Word: nights
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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After his last speech this leading man of World War II had dashed off into the night, vowing to conquer or die (TIME, Sept. 18). That instalment ended as he plunged into the unknown-where, surprisingly, there were many photographers planted by the Propaganda Ministry. Mighty events transpired; Poland fell; tensely the world waited for the Führer's next speech. Last week he made it (see p. 20). He was in Danzig. He had got it. He had said he would. Again he damned Alfred Duff Cooper as a warmonger, apparently unaware that Duff Cooper had been...
...Reich. Trudging in last week with armfuls of wild flowers from the countryside, the people had carpeted with blossoms ten miles of road leading into Danzig from their gambling casino suburb Zoppot. Appropriately, A. Hitler, who had led all Europe to take the supreme gamble, war, had slept the night at Zoppot, after arriving from the crumbling Polish front...
...typical Balkan fashion to get blood for blood. They began a man hunt for Iron Guards in every part of Rumania, but in Bucharest they put on a grisly show. The assassination had occurred at 1:30 p. m. and punctually at 11 p. m. the same night seven young Iron Guards who had confessed to the murder of Little Hercules were brought to the spot where the assassination had taken place, forced to reenact it under police floodlight and then executed, in situ. The executioners were seven Rumanian soldiers, each of whom drew a pistol and killed...
...Night. A railway station at Cernauti, Rumania, onetime outpost of German culture in the East, now a hurtling trade centre at the base of the Carpathian Mountains. Rolling hills in the background, overshadowed by the black mass of a 3,000-ft. peak; the Prut River flowing nearby. Enter Colonel Josef Beck, Foreign Minister of Poland. No longer the same man as in Act I and II, the Colonel is haggard, sleepless; the sardonic elegance that marked his appearance has vanished. With him is Marshal Smigly-Rydz, Commander in Chief of the Polish Armies, equally haggard, desperate...
...true that, hideous though local scenes were-a shell lighting on the crew of a pillbox, a riddled fighting plane screeching to its crash, a forest suddenly illuminated at night by roaring red dynamite, a man crawling back through the grass to an aid station-they were as nothing compared to what could & would take place when one side or other turned loose its full offensive power. When & where that offensive would come remained inscrutable at the end of the war's third week, but major stirrings and preparations, monstrous massing of men on both sides, boded cataclysm soon...