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Philosopher Hocking was no more anxious than Kent Cooper to shout for the law. But he felt sure that if society-or the press itself-limited "the liberty to degrade," it would be doing a favor to the offenders as well as to itself. Lest his idea of a "light touch of government" sound too frightening to the press, Hocking drew an analogy to another kind of freedom which submitted to self-discipline and gained by it: "There is nothing freer, in our age, than the inquiry of science. Yet no one is free to be a scientist...
...crowd chanted "Perón! Perón! Perón!" Then some, apparently intoxicated by the familiar two-syllable rhythm, began to shout "Duce! Duce! Duce!" That brought counter-shouts of "Down with Franco! Down with Perón! Down with Fascism!" The abashed figure on the balcony heard it all; she was, Argentine officials said later, upset...
...forecastle when she left Plymouth and plunged into a night of gale, only one had ever been to sea before. Soon almost all were seasick. Skipper Seligman felt a gloomy awe at his own temerity. He and the first mate, Lars, had to shout in melodramatic alarm to rouse hands to shorten sail. After the two-day gale had blown out, "faces that we had almost forgotten appeared blinking...
Something for the Boys. While waiting for him to die, and waiting their turn to shout the play-by-play into the hall telephone, souvenir-hunting correspondents helped themselves to everything that was loose. One pried the bullet out of the back of Tojo's chair. A photographer hobbled off with a samurai sword inside his pants leg, but an officer stopped him. "We stood around," Lee recalls, "smoking and talking and making bets on how soon Tojo's small chest would stop heaving." After two hours an Army doctor arrived...
...been, Harry?' Before Harry can answer, a redheaded messenger dashes up, hands him a pink slip. Harry reads it close to his chest, yells: 'Sell July one. Sell July one.' The red-faced man and a dozen other traders rush him, wave their hands at him, shout in his face, scream in his ears, tug at his sleeves, dance up and down before his eyes. They want to buy an eighth of a cent lower...