Word: sets
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Hectic midnight was the hour of betrayal, if such it was. Earlier in the evening M. Daladier had set out to tell President Gaston Doumergue of his inability to form a cabinet of the "left." The Socialist party had just refused their support, and without them he considered the game was up. En route to the presidential palace, however, M. Daladier was waylaid by excited friends, went instead to his own Radical-Socialist party headquarters. There it was announced that M. Briand, who had long since agreed to lend his support to a Daladier cabinet of the "left," would...
...China to assassination. Far into the night he studied maps, despatches, tried to gauge the strategy and numbers of the so-called "People's Army" which for several months has been advancing slowly southward along the railway from the region of Peiping (once Peking). Next day the president set off by armored train for the battle area, near Chengohow. Subsequent despatches reported quaintly that "the Nationalist forces are holding their own but are not advancing at present for geographical reasons." Startling was a Japanese despatch from Hankow reporting a great "People's Army" victory in Honan Province...
...hippopotamuses, red pigmy buffaloes, pigmy elephants, swift little hairy-horned okapi all lurk in the tangled, humid fastness of the Belgian Congo's deep Itura Forest. By few white men's eyes have these curious creatures ever been seen. Mr. & Mrs. Martin E. Johnson, famed intrepid jungleers, set off last week from Manhattan with eight motor cars, many tons of camp & photographic supplies, two batteries of sound-cinema equipment, two dozen automatic cameras, cinema cameras so that U. S. movie audiences may buzz with wonder at the sound and sight of the Congo's animal wonders...
...enjoyed her freedom, until she found that George was enjoying himself with her friend Fanny. Then George went to War, quixotically enlisting as a private. When he returned on leave, exhausted with hardship and tension, he could no longer take his share in the smart, arty conversations of his set, and found both Elizabeth and Fanny doing very well without him. His commission brought only increased nervous strain, so he let himself be killed...
When he comes to the War, surprisingly, the author is much more restrained, more willing to let the facts indict themselves. He gives a plain, horrible account of the existence that unfitted George first for the conversation of his frippery London set and then for life itself. The climax has real inevitability...