Word: print
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Army's Chief of Staff, slipped on his steel-rimmed glasses in the Senate Caucus room last week and took a soldier's look at the North Atlantic Treaty. The diplomats and statesmen had argued out the legal niceties of the pact. Infantryman Bradley skipped the fine print and drove to the main point. In his mild, high-pitched voice, Bradley told the Senate's Foreign Relations Committee: "Our frontiers of collective defense lie in common with theirs [the other treaty nations'] in the heart of Europe...
Termite Level. "They are laughing at you," sniffed the senior Maeterlinck when Maurice's first mystical writings found their way into print. "Some of my acquaintances did not recognize me," recalled Maurice, "while my friends gave me their hands with an air of pity." Bitter and hurt, he left his native land and went to Paris. There he soon found kinder friends, produced the brooding, mystical plays and essays (Les Aveugles, Pelléas et Mélisande, The Life of the Bee) which made his fame worldwide. Critics praised him. He won the Nobel Prize...
...least disappointing to see the CRIMSON abandon its usual refreshing objectivity and print an item both unnecessary biased and viciously inaccurate. The snide treatment of the remarks of professors Aiken and Marne in the report of last night's peace Conference was an utterly uncalled-for distortion of both the form and the sense of those remarks. The complete, and apparently deliberate misconstruction of Prof. Fletcher's comments bore no vestige of either accuracy or integrity...
...beginning years, Hadden was TIME'S editor, Luce its business manager; later, by agreement, they switched jobs. Editor Hadden liked to liven things up by scoffing in print at advertisers' wares, tartly tell his hard-to-come-by readers in the letters columns: "Let Subscriber Goodkind mend his talk." A brilliant and painstaking editor, he emitted yelps of delight at a writer's bright phrases, and despairing grunts when his plump red pencil (a special batlike one, three-eighths of an inch thick) had to be used to jab life into dull ones. He insisted...
...Chinese Communist troops marched toward Shanghai last week, an advance column of rumors invaded the panicky city and its press. The harried commander of Shanghai's Nationalist garrison rushed into print with a censorship order that brought a snicker even from the censored newsmen. Stated Regulation No. 6: "Except [for] the news released by this headquarters, all ... newspapers and news agencies are forbidden to publish other inaccurate war news...