Word: sorrowful
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Yellow River front, their drive on Hankow halted, Japanese armies still waited for the flood waters of "China's Sorrow" to subside. South on the Yangtze River, the main naval drive upstream on Hankow received a temporary setback at Matang, where the Chinese had blocked the stream with a boom. Finally, aided by the rising river waters, a few vessels nosed across and at week's end had pushed their way to Pengtseh, some 175 miles from Hankow...
...dikes. Rising floor and walls have made the river an aqueduct, lifted its surface at high water as much as 30 feet above the surrounding plain. So frequently has the ochre stream cracked its dikes and devastated the countryside that peasants of the area call it "China's Sorrow," "The Ungovernable," "The Scourge of the Sons of Han."* Like a sluggish whiplash the river has many times changed its channel...
...prominent Jewish streets-ran several hundred "Aryans" bent on pulling Jews out of their stores, painting their shopwindows with insulting signs. Schoolteachers lectured children not to associate with little Jews. On countless shopwindows appeared such inscriptions as "Jewish swine," "Out with the Jews," "Avoid this Jew," "The Jew- Our Sorrow!" "Jew, get out!" Whole streets were roped off while Jewish blocks were searched. More than 1,000 Jews were arrested, often for trivial reasons. Many Jews were sent to concentration camps. Long lines formed at the U. S. and British consulates for visas. By week's end the scourge...
...main battle front at Chengchow, 300 miles on a direct rail line north of Hankow, the Japanese forces last week made only small gains. Retreating Chinese had cut dykes on the Yellow River north of the city and the saffron waters of "China's Sorrow" poured over the low-lying, sandy ground outside Cheng-chow, bogged down Japan's mechanized advance...
Further evidence of the insidious war propaganda was shown Tuesday night when the sounds of "tramping foemen" echoed through the entire building dedicated to peaceful research. "Who would think of death or sorrow? Death is glory now" the Harvard Glee Club spat out with vicious determination...