Word: statics
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...security forces are permitted to pound off on a popular mass manhunt, the high level of government service cannot be maintained. Traditionally underpaid Civil Service employees will not be able to suffer their static promotion system when the F.B.I. also tells them what they must think. With every position in jeopardy, the Civil Service is faced with the possibility of an extensive Kultur purge that will substitute political wheelhorses for expert, but supposedly unfit officials...
Next came an interlude of cowboy tunes, including The Old Chisholm Trail ("Coma ti yi youpy, yappy yay, yappy yay, Coma ti yi youpy yappy yay," which probably sounded like static to Russian ears), a talk on a new cure for hay fever (the U.S. has 5,000,000 sufferers), and a new method of exploring the Milky Way. When the closing theme, the Battle Hymn of the Republic, went out over the air, Soviet Russia was still at least as distant as the Milky Way. Just as the Voice of America signed off, the Voice of Russia (Moscow Radio...
...hitched my wagon to a restless star too early in life to watch the world revolve . . . from a static point," says Hall. In the 1920s he became director of finance to the Persian Government, lived the life of Reilly in a sumptuous villa, explored the wildernesses of Turkestan, Northern India and Iraq. Later he became a vice president of Curtiss-Wright, displayed company planes in Europe, Siam, Turkey and China. In World War II, he became a colonel in the Ninth Air Force, fought at Cassino and Anzio, was shot through the leg in the invasion of Normandy...
...slap on the fat and dish out some scat. You're a prisoner of wov, W-O-V, 1280 on the dial, New York, and you're picking up the hard spiel and good deal of Fred Robbins, dispensing seven score and ten ticks of ecstatic static and spectacular vernacular from 6:30 to 9 every black on the 1280 Club. . . . We got stacks of lacquer crackers on the fire, so hang out your hearing flap while His Majesty salivates a neat reed...
Breaking all records for dullness of plot, static action, and generally bad performances, the latest issuance from the gloomy den of the Twentieth Century foxes is one of the most puerile movies ever to mesmerize a squirming audience. Newly blonde Vivian Blaine, Adler-elevated Perry Como, and hat-heavy Carmen Miranda stumble through ninety confused minutes of political campaigns and corny musical numbers untempered by the inclusion of Harry James' fine trumpet and the funny gags of Phil Silvers. "If I'm Lucky" is a sleepy picture that certainly does not deserve its feature spot on the program...