Word: palely
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...right to ratify all U. S. treaties with foreign Governments. And one of the chores the Congress as a whole has most enjoyed is the writing of tariff bills. Under the New Deal the key to both these powers has rested in the slightly baggy coat pocket of pale, poker-faced Cordell Hull, Secretary of State. By calling the reciprocal trade pacts "agreements" and not "treaties," he kept them out of the Senate; by adopting the most-favored-nation principle in the trade agreements, he kept Congress' porky hands off tariffs on foreign trade...
Quiet. Seven years ago next March Herbert Hoover left the White House. On a grey, gusty afternoon he stood stoically on the rear platform of the train that was to take him away from Washington, facing a subdued crowd that had gathered to see him leave. His pale face was heavily lined; to newspapermen still sensitive enough to recognize a human tragedy in a political battle, he seemed, not like a statesman who has lost, but like a man who had suffered some personal grief as real as the death of a friend. The inauguration ceremonies were over...
...Nelson Johnson is a regular Old King Cole. He is plump as a pillow. He has thinning pale-gold hair, with lashes and brows to match, a face all shades of pink, from salmon to sunset, big enough nose, strong chin, mouth with a chronic smile. In ricksha, cutaway or gas mask he looks more like a tire salesman than an Ambassador...
...lunch she persuaded the editor of La Petite Gironde to let her write some articles. Intimate as the bedchamber anecdotes of a gossip columnist, they soon caught on. Before long, Tabouis became foreign news editor of L'Oeuvre, anemic liberal organ of the Radical-Socialist Party. Pale, gaunt-faced Tabouis does her work at home, spends 18 hours a day in her glittering Chinese apartment, calling Embassies in London, Rome, the Balkans, studiously writing down whatever her informants tell...
Just out of hospital, after a severe attack of pleurisy, was President Wladyslaw Raczkiewicz, who sat pale and hollow-eyed watching the telegraph poles flash past. A political neutral, onetime President of the Senate in Warsaw, the ailing President leaves nearly everything to his active Premier, suave, resourceful General Wladyslaw Sikorski who chatted busily in the train last week with members of his cabinet, many of whom a few short weeks ago were fleeing impoverished across Poland to escape as best they could...