Word: soldiering
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Purple Approach: "More jungle-humid, reeking. A soldier plucks twenty dollars' worth of purple orchids (New York quotation) and sticks them in the band of his sombrero. Troops of screaming monkeys swing past, stopping occasionally to grimace at us. From the depths of the forest, mountain lions roar. Huge macaws wing across the sky, crying hoarsely and flashing crimson. We ford and re-ford the north-flowing tributary, for endless hours we toil across the Yali range, and finally drop down near Jinotega in another night of driving rain over a road where the horses roll pitifully...
Turning to philosophize on war, Statesman Pangalos became wholly the soldier...
...daughter of the regiment's Colonel. He was only a buck private. She flirted with the officers. He peeled potatoes for them. The pair loved. To reach him for a hurried marriage ceremony before the outfit sailed for France, she put her slim young legs into a soldier's uniform, but forgot the belt. When the pants slipped, the audience squealed. Doughboys may have shooting pains when they see the army scenes, but picture patrons will deem eye-worthy this implausible, happy comedy with Laura La Plante, pretty, funny, spontaneous as a sneeze...
James A. Reed, of Missouri, is the old soldier of the Senate. He is a lawyer, too, but inheritance tacked onto his name all kinds of military designations, making him a Son of the American Revolution, and a Son of the Confederate Veterans. He himself stepped from the presidency of the St. Louis Police Board to a post as representative of the republic of Hawaii during the annexation proceedings in 1899. Later he became a major in the Military Intelligence Department, and went to Spain as assistant military attache...
Some few moments later a limousine with bullet-proof glass windows stops at the door. Up the stair stalks Il Duce. He enters the presence of the dead, alone. Like a soldier, like a ramrod, he stands at attention beside the bier. Minutes pass. No tears, no prayers, no rattling of beads. At last Signor Mussolini salutes the dead and strides away...