Word: swords
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...John Gunther goes on patiently revising his excellent and informative "Inside Europe" to fit changing political scene. And his "Inside Asia" does as much for that continent as his first book did for the scene of the current catastrophe. Which is saying a great deal. . . ."Not Peace But a Sword" is Vincent Sheean's latest book, a history of Europe from March, 1938 to March 1939, It would be interesting to see what changes the book would undergo if Mr. Sheean were to rewrite it now that he has forsworn Soviet Russia once and for all. Nevertheless, a fine book...
...Nazis would be welcome. This amounts to inviting a revolution by the German people or a coup d'etat at Berlin, and suddenly at Ankara the Nazi hierarchy tried to outbid the Anglo-French formula of peacefully proffered federation by proffering one of its own, with a sword...
...empire headed by Prussia made the practical Dutch finally realize that a nation of only a few million could no longer play big-time grabby politics in a world of giant neighbors. It was under Wilhelmina that The Netherlands became a "satisfied nation," settled down and hung up its sword like Switzerland and the Scandinavian States...
...unwieldy battle scenes with their elephant charges are too much like a day at the circus, but Fascist directors have lovingly perfected the technique of making killing realistic. Samples: a soldier with a sword piercing his throat, another transfixed by an arrow, an agonized, trumpeting elephant with a spear sticking in its eye, a soldier caught by a wounded elephant's trunk dashed to pieces against the ground. But there are some surprise shots of tranquil loveliness: a close-up of five banks of oars leisurely sweeping a Roman quinquereme through still water; against a big sunset cloud pile...
...second round found King Ludwig still on his feet, shaking a sword while badgered by a corpse-faced woman with huge plaster breasts. Then they began to bring in the crutches. But not for Ludwig. While other mimes and ballerinas were hung and propped, while even the desiccated swan on the backdrop drooped under the caresses of a clambering nymph in white winter underwear, Ludwig stood it out. But as the music trailed off into the Pilgrim's Chorus, Ludwig sank to earth, plaintively opening a black umbrella...