Word: poisoner
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...shall die together. Yesterday they sent us to a big house with bright rooms and nice beds. The Germans did not know that our last bath is our purification before death. Today everything was taken away from us and we were each given one nightgown. All of us have poison. When the soldiers come, we shall drink it. Today we are together and all day we are saying our last confession. We have no fear...
...destroyed in their youth before they gang up and get off the ground. So observers watch their breeding spots. Since last February R.A.F. pilots patrolling the Red Sea have watched for locust swarms as well as enemy aircraft. First step is to destroy the egg emplacements, then spread poison weak enough to leave cattle unharmed, but strong enough to stop the thunderous gnashing of the feeding insects...
Predictions, 1942. Many a forecast for 1942 turned out poorly. Columnist Raymond Clapper thought the U.S. East Coast would be token-bombed, that the Nazis would loose poison gas on England. Columnist George Fielding Eliot wrote that Japs would be "swiftly and decisively beaten." Newscaster Raymond Gram Swing predicted Hitler would either retire or be ousted by the German Army. Author Fletcher Pratt said only a miracle could save Russia "from utter defeat." Foreign Correspondent John T. Whitaker limb-climbed with a flat forecast that the Nazis would invade Spain and Portugal in the spring. Ex-CBS Berlin Newscaster Harry...
...Temptation of St. Anthony looks like a game of pease-porridge-cold. After young Langford marries her. she stops calling him awyla ("my man"), whines for new bangles, begs him to beat her. When he refuses, she starts calling the unwilling Witzel awyla, does her best to poison her husband. By the time his starchy successor is saying "Blahsted hot today," superheated Langford is steaming down the Congo, Britain-bound...
...year 1,000-franc annuity instead). But as Bachelor Corot grew older, his pictures grew more effeminate, his landscapes became more wishy-washy, more virginal. Famed Critic Julius Meier-Graefe once summed up what was wrong with Corot as a painter by remarking that he "lacked the grain of poison which is the preservative of greatness...