Word: muchly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...cold, selfish, remorseless fanatic" fits Policeman Himmler too. Of all the Nazi leaders, he is the most uncompromising, the least likely to show mercy or kindness. He is also unique among Nazi big shots in that he literally grew up with the Party, never knew or worked at much of anything else...
...orator, scarcely a figure calculated to arouse much personal enthusiasm. Herr Himmler's primary function in Naziland has so far been to be neither seen nor heard but to be felt. The housewife who puts quilted covers over her telephone for fear the Gestapo can listen in on household conversations even when the receiver catch is down has felt Herr Himmler's not-too-remote presence. The German who uses prearranged codes in letters to his relatives in or out of the country decidedly feels Policeman Himmler's existence. The discontented merchant, the dissident Party member...
...much on display is the Death's Head Brigade, whose main job is to guard the concentration camps. Their activities have, however, caused much comment. When the Nazis took over in 1933 Herr Himmler established his first concentration camp near Dachau, Bavaria. There, 150 unemployed members of the SS guarded some 2,000 Communists, Social Democrats and assorted dissenters whose freedom was generally regarded as dangerous to the newborn State. By the time of the June purge in 1934, the number of "enemies of the State" had increased to 7,000 and new camps, at Sachsenhausen near Berlin...
...receiving end, proceeded to tag individual columnists with some typical Ickes' characterizations. Walter Lippmann "would never even break his wooden sword unless he should trip over it in a minuet." Dorothy Thompson, "the Cassandra of the columnists*. . . a sincere and earnest lady who is trying to cover too much ground." Mark Sullivan "would be missed . . . even if the world would still manage nicely without the pontifications that waddle through his worried columns." Frank R. Kent "delights in cruel jibes and acidulous comment that he will direct at a straw man." Boake Carter "could enter any intellectual goldfish swallowing contest...
...lineage took another bound as a result of his remarks. Next day Columnist Johnson cracked: "The Ick . . . is about as fair as Caiaphas, as objective as a fishwife and as courteous as a hyena. He said in his speech that he wishes I didn't love him so much. Why, gosh-darn it, I just can't help loving a man like that...