Word: shirer
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Hitler in Action. The Czech crisis took Shirer and his microphone to "Wagnerian" Godesberg, where the Swastika and the Union Jack flew side by side-"very appropriate, I find...
...Shirer describes the atmosphere in the newspaper circles of the Café Louvre: "Martha Fodor* is there, fighting to keep back the tears, every few minutes phoning the news to Fodor. Emil Maass, my former assistant, an Austro-American, who has long posed as an anti-Nazi, struts in, stops before the table. 'Well, meine Damen und Herren,' he smirks 'it was about time.' And he turns over his coat lapel, unpins his hidden Swastika button, and repins it on the outside. . . . Two or three women shriek: 'Shame!' at him. Major Goldschmidt, Legitimist, Catholic...
...When Shirer went to Berlin most people outside Germany knew (the liberal, refugee and Communist press had told them so) that the Nazis were crazy and would soon be turned out by a popular uprising. Göring was an overblown playboy who liked to wrestle with lion cubs and dress up like Lohengrin. Hitler was a mad man and a paper hanger to boot...
Vienna. One day Correspondent Shirer confided to his diary: "Have started, God help me, a novel. . . ." Three days later he made another jotting: "Trouble in Spain. . . ." Before the "trouble in Spain" was over, Shirer had finished his novel, changed jobs (from Universal to Columbia Broadcasting System), moved to Vienna. There he made another casual entry in his diary: "Much tension here this Sabbath. Schuschnigg has had a secret meeting with Hitler at Berchtesgaden. ..." Next thing Shirer knew the Nazis were in Vienna...
...Godesberg Shirer had a glimpse of Adolf Hitler. "I was having breakfast in the garden of the Dreesen Hotel. . . when the great man suddenly appeared. ... X. one of Germany's leading editors, who secretly despises the regime, nudged me: 'Look at his walk!' On inspection it was a very curious walk indeed. In the first place, it was very ladylike. Dainty little steps. In the second place, every few steps he cocked his shoulder nervously, his left leg snapping up as he did so. ... And now I understand the meaning of an expression the party hacks were...