Word: raged
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Frankie!" while 10,000 fans fought for positions. One well-dressed woman kicked off her shoes and started climbing a wire fence as the gum-chewing singer hurried off to a 75-minute press conference. It might have been 1945 in the U.S., when Frankie was the teen-age rage, but it was 1955 in Sydney, Australia...
...government has begun a drive against such corruption in Tuscany (80% of whose towns are Red-governed). By last week 56 mayors and local administrators had been put in jail. Not all were Communists, but most were. "McCarthy-ism," cried the Communist L'Unità, in incoherent rage. The campaign had a double effect: it hurt the Communist treasury and exposed the Communist moral...
...pretty boy Byron is! What a pity he has such a leg!" The little boy's eyes blaze. Striking at her with a little whip, he cries furiously: "Dinna speak of it!" But when he meets another small boy with a deformed foot, the little monster's rage turns to laughter: "Come and see the twa laddies with the twa clubfeet going up the Broadstreet!" This boyish portrait soon gives way to a stranger, far more puzzling picture. The teachings of Calvin and John Knox add another dimension to Byron's thoughts, another torment to his emotions...
...Schaumburg, asked him to sit down, then read aloud several Ollenhauer speeches arguing for Big Four talks prior to ratification. Der Alte then picked up the latest Soviet note proposing Big Four talks, and read a portion from it. The two were strangely similar. Ollenhauer, an antiCommunist, sputtered with rage as Adenauer made his point: "Herr Ollenhauer. these are your words and this is the Soviet note. I hope that our debate will be calm and polite and that it will not be necessary for me to read to the Bundestag what I have read...
...style imperialism whose histrionic talents and glib tongue more often than not give aid to the new imperialism of Communism. He ostentatiously preaches humility and tolerance, but some of his colleagues call him "The Great I Am," and secretaries dissolve in tears when he flies into a thunderous rage and calls them insulting names. A brilliant, bitter, unsatisfied man, he wears expensive Savile Row suits and carries a cane, but his living habits are austere-no tobacco, no alcohol, no meat-and he sometimes seems to get along only on massive doses of phenobarbital, arrogance and black tea. "When Menon...