Word: musts
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Both groups," he declared, "are wrong. We're not in a depression. But an increase in the number of people out of work [nearly 4,000,000] is something to worry about, and is something that must be cured...
Floating Cloud. The Order of the Mystic Shrine, sometimes called Masonry's "playground,"† is a kind of detached and whimsical cloud floating somewhere above Masonry's topmost branches. Its members must all be 32nd degree Masons or Knights Templar. It was started about 1870 by William Florence who was fascinated by some Oriental rites he saw in Marseille. Florence was a well-known American comedian of his day. Harold Lloyd, the new Imperial Potentate, therefore follows in a noble tradition...
...view that the nations of the West are today at war with communism ... It is possible that this struggle . . . might eventually lead us into a 'hot' or shooting war. This would be disastrous for the whole world. Therefore, it must be prevented...
...satisfaction to France's General Jean de Lattre de Tassigny, commander in chief of Western Union's land forces. General de Lattre has long believed and argued that Western Union's land forces would have to bear the first brunt of any attack from the East, must have the appropriate priorities. He also believes that Western Union's land-defense program must eventually be fitted into a larger plan for all the Atlantic pact signatories. Not much can be done with this larger plan until the U.S. Congress decides how much (if any) arms...
...Baxter, tingting, looked, tingting, at tingting, the tingting, clock, ting-ting." Random thoughts churned around in Baxter's stream of consciousness like rampaging underwear in an electric washing machine. "Goddamn you, Archibald Mac-Leish!" he thought: "And you, Dos Passes ... So Hitler must be stopped? . . . Oh, but-and-oh, but-what're yuh doin'? . . . Oh, the lousy lousy lousy LOUSY mess! Why isn't it 1922 instead of 1942? And I-twenty-two, walking through the Tuiler-o-o-o with a copy of Ulysses . . ." And where was Lisa, murmuring with her "pink-lipped, delible pout...