Word: suppressers
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...that the "progressive social legislation" in the Soviet Union had solved the problem of prostitution, nevertheless supported the unamended article, to help alleviate, in other countries, an evil "from, which the poor suffer most." In vain Haiti's Stephen Alexis argued that it was no use trying to suppress prostitution,, since, "as long as there are planets in the sky," there would also be prostitutes, and-at that, "of both sexes." France's amendment (if not Mrs. Warren's profession) was defeated...
...crusade to suppress sin and soup up circulation, the New York Post Home News last week inflated a new dragon. It launched a series called "Millions on Every Pitch," supposedly exposing a nationwide, $33 million-a-day gambling racket based on professional baseball. Cried the Post: "Powerful gambling syndicates, ruthless bookmakers and gangsters, common cutthroats and other criminal vermin [make millions] at the expense of the great sport of American youth...
...highlands, hungry Indians scratched the barren slopes for corn, still trying to live by what they remembered of the dignified old tribal customs. And ruling the country was Dictator Ronca, a strutting, streamlined Latin American demagogue who had won the peasants' support by promising them land, only to suppress them as soon as he got to power...
...worked tirelessly for years to induce Chiang to clean his dirty, disordered house which had scarcely known a day without war-against the Communists, the Japanese (for eight years) and again the Communists. Every one of the U.S. envoys wanted to soften Kuomintang one-party rule, guarantee civil liberties, suppress graft, reform landholding, balance budgets...
...lying on its back. It shows me its fat belly. It looks like an animal turned upside down. The fingers are the paws. I amuse myself by moving them very rapidly, like the claws of a crab which has fallen on its back . . . I can't suppress it, nor can I suppress the rest of my body, the sweaty warmth which soils my shirt . . . If I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire: the hatred, the disgust of existing...