Word: mildest
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...cloak-and-stiletto work . . . [It] will not merely mean that many persons will suffer for acts that they did not commit, or for acts that were legal when committed, or for no acts at all. Far worse is the end result, which will be that critics, even of the mildest sort, will be frightened into silence . . ." Loyalty oaths for teachers are utterly useless, said Hutchins, "for teachers who are disloyal will certainly be dishonest; they will not shrink from a little perjury...
This winter the western half of the U.S. got its worst weather in history, and the eastern half some of its mildest. The U.S. Weather Bureau, looking on the dark (or cold) side, regards the 1948-49 winter as the hardest ever-worse in most respects than the winter of 1937. The records are not all in (spring does not come officially until March 21), but already the bureau has a fine collection of weather aberrations and never-befores...
Angles & Stuff. If few Washington correspondents cared much for Arthur Henning's copy, most of them were fond of him personally. A gentle, friendly little man with iron-grey hair and a big, upturned grin, he is, in the words of a veteran colleague, "the nicest, mildest-mannered guy you'd ever want to meet. Then you read that stuff he writes and it's startling...
...quieted finally, he began. He spoke for half an hour and there wasn't a harsh note in the whole speech. It had all the acid bits of a bowl of breakfast cereal. If the speech was at all typical of the whole tour, then Dewey has made the mildest the blandest campaign for major political office in America in this century...
...poled happily along canals that were free of January ice for the first time since 1900. With the canals absorbing some 60% of the country's freight traffic, hard-pressed Dutch railroads were breathing easy. In Italy, where the fragrant mimosa had flowered in December, thanks to the mildest winter of the century, cattle and sheep were grazing hoof-deep in verdant pastureland while farmers sent their plows deep into soft, moist earth. "Now that the sun is reaching again into the dark corners of the valley," sighed a pensive, copper-haired peasant woman of Anticoli last week...