Word: slipping
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...missing from some of the other stories. Most of Mother Advocate's sons know better, but some of them seem unable to resist looking back over their shoulder at the devil of pseudo-sophistication. Two of the other three short stories, by William Abrahams and Martin Collins Johnson, slip at different moments into this fault. The third, Edward Pols' "Porphyro and the Beadsman," is a tedious attempt at a difficult mental portrait which hardly deserves the lead spot in the magazine...
...workers: "He [Harry Hopkins] said the people were 'too damn dumb' to understand the reason why the New Deal can get away with the things it has. . . . You don't look 'dumb' to me." In a confused moment he made his first blunder, let slip: "To hell with Chicago." The cavalcade rushed off to the financial district, LaSalle Street. There Chicago's cool reception turned tumultuous. A ticker-tape blizzard showered down...
...made his second slip. Denouncing Mr. Roosevelt's capacity for handling foreign problems, he cried: "Was that an extraordinary demonstration of human knowledge . . . when he telephoned Hitler and Mussolini and urged them to sell Czecho-Slovakia down the river?" Aides hastened to explain. Mr. Willkie had "misspoken," had meant to say that Mr. Roosevelt had urged a settlement at Munich and the Munich pact "agreed to sell Czecho-Slovakia down the river...
...same number). Then follows lottery day, when a suitable dignitary (Franklin Roosevelt, for instance) will reach into the same glass bowl from which the first World War I number (258) was drawn in 1917, will pull out one of thousands of jumbled capsules. Each capsule will contain a numbered slip. Registrants holding the drawn numbers will be the first to receive detailed questionnaires, probing into every aspect of jobs, dependents, special qualifications, reasons (if any) for requesting exemption. Other lotteries will follow...
...moments later a British officer knocks at their front door. He has lost his way to the airport, wants to borrow a map. Having done their homework on the Ministry's invasion pamphlet the Misses Grant know enough to keep the officer talking until a tongue slip (he says "Yarvis" instead of Jarvis Hill) reveals him as a German. One lady holds him at bay with a pistol found on the dying man while the other wobbles off by bicycle to get help. The German begs a cigaret which Miss Grant sportingly, if inadvisedly, tosses him. This distraction provides...