Word: rangely
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...book: Ribbentrop. Who was responsible for the war? "I must lay the blame on one man: Von Ribbentrop, who gave Hitler irresponsible advice." What's more, says Kesselring, Hermann Göring agreed. On the day Hitler announced Sept. 1, 1939 as X-day. Göring rang up Foreign Minister Von Ribbentrop and bawled into the phone: "Now you've got your war. It's all your doing...
...nearly midnight when a fast-moving, youthful figure muffled in a trench coat bounced up the steps and rang the doorbell at Joe McCarthy's brightly lighted house on Capitol Hill. The door opened to admit Roy Cohn, 27, the chief counsel of McCarthy's Permanent Senate Subcommittee on Investigations. A few moments later, Cohn emerged with McCarthy, and the two talked in low tones as they walked Joe's five-month-old Doberman pinscher up and down C Street...
...phone began to ring. Between 7 p.m. and 11 it rang 100 times. The Senator took perhaps one call in ten, some times listening for a moment and then saying. "The Senator is not here." The doorbell began to ring. During the evening, some 20 or 30 people trooped in and out. They did not have appointments: most seemed to have no specific business. They came, as it were, out of the woodwork, as they always come to hover around a man of power. Some got the Senator in a corner and talked earnestly to him. Some wandered into...
Meeting No. 10. The last of the week's series, Meeting No. 10, was a press conference in Joe McCarthy's office, assembled as the Stevens statement hit the wires. The phone rang. A newsman took down the Stevens text and read it to McCarthy, who uttered a dirty phrase. Stevens had landed a punch with the use of the word "browbeaten." McCarthy, who usually reacts at once, lapsed into two minutes of silence. When he spoke, it was slowly and deliberately: "I've very carefully explained to the Secretary that he is the Secretary...
...singsong chant of an auctioneer rang through the gilded, tapestried halls of Cairo's Kubbeh Palace last week, sounding the end of one of the most expensive and generally useless collections of gimcrackery ever assembled. Like a royal pack rat, ex-King Farouk had cached everything he could beg, buy and demand-tiny telescopes with diamond sprays, priceless relics of Pharaonic culture, a 100blade knife, an outstanding coin collection, a Nazi marshal's gaudy baton. Egypt's revolutionary regime was putting all of it-treasure and trash-on the block in a six-week sale...