Word: rottener
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...reunification, the great hope of all Koreans. Attempting to disprove this, the U. S. withdrew one division from the South last week, in spite of Rhee's pleas. The situation for the U. S. now stands much as it did in China. Only through U. S. support can the rotten government sustain its control against the communist threat from the North. U. S. authorities realize that they have again backed themselves into a corner, for at the moment there remains but one alternative, communism...
...Other Side of Profits. "In what way?" shot back Wilson. "It's rotten business. It only makes 1.2% net." G.E.'s rate of profit on civilian goods-7.2% on $1.3 billion in sales-was not enough, said Wilson, to pay for expansion and to protect G.E. against a sudden sales slump...
...despair that he became a Parisian hero, quit his teaching job and unleashed a flood of controversial writing that included novels, short stories, plays, essays and off-the-cuff journalism. Almost all of it has been a clinical, repetitious elaboration of his grim teaching: wretched man comes into this rotten world through no fault of his own. The concept of God, argues Sartre, is an irrational delusion. To find happiness, each man must act to free himself from the brutalities of his environment; but, awful paradox, he cannot act until he is free...
...London, U.S. Ambassador Lewis Douglas contributed to good Anglo-U.S. relations by bringing a touch of horse opera into Mayfair. A startled horse, ridden by a lady on her way to Rotten Row, began to rear and plunge in front of Douglas' car. Rancher Lew (he owns some wide acres in Arizona) jumped from his car, caught the ornery critter by the bridle, led it to the safety of the bridle path. Then, in true western hero style, he shyly left the scene without even asking the name of the rescued lady...
...most terrible thing ... is that there, is not a Negro in the whole place who does not realize, somewhere in the depths of his nature, that the culture of the white men is not worth the dirt in Harlem's gutters. They sense that the whole thing is rotten, that it is a fake, that it is spurious, empty, a shadow of nothingness. And yet they are condemned to reach out for it, and to seem to desire it, and to pretend they like it, as if the whole thing were some kind of bitter cosmic conspiracy...