Word: parlor
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...From the newspaper Der Bund in Berne, Switzerland, came the suggestion that neutrals should clearly define borders by 30-square-foot white markers every kilometre, flooded by light at night. Poor old Geneva, the funeral parlor of international hopes, could not decide whether to clothe itself in black or not. After debate, it was decided to compromise: lights till midnight, blackout after...
Some papers, like the Nashville Tennesseean, went shouting out into the street at the sinking of the Athenia: "German frightfulness . . . again roams the seas. . . . This nation wants no war, but there is no question where its sentiments lie." Others, like the Baltimore Evening Sun, remained stiffly in the parlor: "Neutral, as a nation, we are. And neutral we must be. A nation cannot afford the luxury of living-room emotions...
...weighing 220 Ibs., was recognized as the No. 1 strongman of the U. S. Competing in the national weight-lifting championships at Chicago, against the pick of some 1,000,000 U. S. residents who lift bar bells for exercise, Stanko made all the other contestants look like parlor performers...
After the War, when Victorian taboos were thrown aside, and cries of sex freedom rang in every parlor, Freud's doctrines were eagerly gobbled up. Such words as "repression" and "mother fixation" became a part of the common language. Many people still mistakenly think that Freudianism is a doctrine of licence. On the contrary, Freud believes that self-discipline is essential for civilized living, that there is a middle road between unhealthy repression, which bursts forth as neuroses, and free abandonment to sexual pleasures...
...Lawyer Martin, and his gentle, brown-eyed daughter Anna, a practicing psychoanalyst. In a comfortable London house near Regent's Park, filled with his Greek and Egyptian treasures, Freud answers letters, continues his writing, even treats a few old patients. Every Sunday evening he settles down in the parlor, coddles his five young grandchildren, enjoys a lively card game called tarot with his sons. Always at his call is his nine-year-old chow dog, Lun. During his 16 years of suffering, throughout his 15 operations, he has never uttered a word of complaint. Patient and resigned, secure...