Word: poisoner
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Minutes later Admiral Hans Georg von Friedeberg, who had sat hollow-eyed and aloof during his fourth surrender of World War II, excused himself from his personal guard, locked a toilet door behind him, and killed himself with poison. Later, his body was photographed where it lay under a picture of Doenitz...
...Robert Ley, leader of Hitler's Labor Front and "Strength Through Joy" movement, turned up in a four-day beard, blue pajamas, a green hat. Found in an Austrian home, where he had put up as "Dr. Ernst Distelmeyer," joyless, strengthless Dr. Ley relinquished a vial of poison and told his U.S. captors: "I will always believe that Adolf Hitler was Germany's greatest man. ... I did everything I could for Germany. ... I think work is beautiful. . . . Life doesn't mean a damned thing to me. You can beat me; you can torture...
...Wisdom & Poison. Nudging these working newsmen for space were big-name specialists, with varying claims to international wisdom: Westbrook Pegler, George Fielding Eliot, Ludwig Bemelmans, Drew Pearson, Ely Culbertson, Orson Welles. Mixed in were avowed propagandists, ranging from Edgar Ansel Mowrer (who was pleased to call the conference "the most important human gathering since the Last Supper") to the New York Daily News's poison penman John O'Donnell. Even before the conference opened, O'Donnell said that "nothing ever was staged in this generation on such a scale of mass hypocrisy and global double cross...
...Good Man." High on the Allies' blacklist stood the name of notorious Wuppertal Police Chief Paul Kinkier, founding member of the Nazi Party. When U.S. soldiers caught up with him last week in an attic hideout at Nissmitz, he chose to die by taking poison in the best Wagnerian manner-but in a hurry and in a nightshirt. Cried his grief-stricken wife over his body: "My husband was a good man. I just couldn't control him." Then she admitted that her good man had shot twelve people...
Dorothy Parker, bang-browed verbal bangster, of late more preoccupied with causes than with her famed encaustics, mused: "Committee meetings poison my life. They're mainly lots of people sitting around with their heads in their hands. Then somebody finally says, 'Doesn't any body know Baruch...