Word: soured
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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From the Iberian Peninsula came huffs & puffs from a Class 4-F dictator, sour, stolid Francisco Franco. Throttled, starving, hate-ridden Spain, said he, must prepare to "fight a new war of a moral, religious, military and industrial character." Up went the temperatures of diplomats in the old and the new worlds. They wondered how long it would be before Franco, backed once more by friends Hitler & Mussolini, would: 1) attack Gibraltar, 2) draw neutral Portugal into the Spanish orbit...
...that he was going to the Riviera "to lie on the sand and watch the world go to hell." The world did not go to hell, and in 1933 Bullitt was back in Russia as the first U.S. Ambassador to the U.S.S.R. He left three years later with a sour taste in his mouth...
Drinking Team. Squat, ugly Itagaki and lean, handsome General Nishio made a perfect army team. They drank great quantities of sake together, Itagaki growing garrulous and gay, Nishio sour and taciturn on the gently powerful wine. They shared two of the controlling passions of the Japanese army: a hatred of Communists and a companion hatred of Japan's great capitalist families (the Mitsuis, Iwasakis, Sumitomos and Yasudas) on the twin grounds that their abuses fostered Communism and that they disputed the mastery of Japan with the army. When others laid an indiscreetly heavy hand upon the princes of money...
...feel that we have something lined up in the war effort." Yale had scored a clean beat on its fellow colleges. From Secretary of the Navy Frank Knox (Alma College '98) came a letter to President Seymour congratulating him on "Yale's assumption of leadership." Only sour note came from the Harvard Crimson. In an editorial headed "Big Men on Campus Martius," the Crimson charged that Yale men were being "high-pressured" into picking their war job prematurely. Said the Crimson: "The panicked speed with which all Yale men are being called to the colors adds little...
...Delta, Negroes and whites send requests to their upcountry friends for a bit of red clay, declaring that black Delta soil is "right bad eating." In certain parts of Mississippi, poor whites will walk miles for a spoonful of dirt from a favorite bank of clay, because it "tastes sour, like a lemon." In other sections of the South, some top their meals with a savory tablespoon of dirt, believing that it is "good for them," despite its constipating effects...