Word: streets
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...went to Athens as a U.S. employee of the Allied Mission which supervised Greek elections. His progress was noisy. In Rome he got into a street argument with a U.S. Air Forces officer, Brig. General William L. Lee, and was slapped in the face for his pains. (The general was shortly reduced in rank.) In Athens Maragon announced himself as Harry Truman's great friend, waved a picture of himself and the President, and was finally ordered home as a nuisance...
...control of their own party. The old, uneasy Taft-Stassen alliance of the Philadelphia days had settled well in advance on New Jersey's Guy George Gabrielson as its candidate for national chairman. He was an Iowa boy who made good in the big city as a Wall Street lawyer and industrialist. "Even Paul Robeson couldn't find fault with Gabrielson," said a Negro committeeman from Mississippi. Trilled the committeewoman from Iowa: "I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful...
Recalling that he was once a British secret agent, Moscow's Literary Gazette pilloried Author Somerset Maugham as a creature of Wall Street bosses in the "spiritual disarmament of the masses." The paper also took a dim view of Literary Lights T. S. Eliot, Stephen Spender and Edith and Osbert Sitwell as servants of "American cosmopolite expansionism...
Delirious Denunciations. Re-reading Sinclair Lewis' Main Street, the New York Herald Tribune's Lewis Gannett asked: "Is this the book that launched a thousand quips, and stirred the orators to deliriums of denunciation? Main Street doesn't read like a crusading book today. Maybe it never was as much'a crusading book as some of its readers assumed." Francis Hackett found Ernest Hemingway's A Farewell to Arms has been made "trite" by time and another war. Hackett's conclusion, which would call many Hemingway fans to arms: "[This] lyrical novel...
...near Sonora in 1883, he dropped a handkerchief bearing the mark of a San Francisco laundry. That was all his pursuers needed to track him down. He turned out to be a 55-year-old man who lived in quiet "retirement" and often ate his lunch at a Kearney Street bakery. His name: Charley Bolton...