Word: targets
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...other target was hit even harder. Columnist Mowrer had accused the Vatican of "supporting fascism against democracy" before the war, and wanted to know the future political designs of U.S. Roman Catholics. Such language, said Thackrey, who had printed it, was "intolerant . . . designed to insult his fellow Americans of the Roman Catholic faith." It was "stupid . . . Ku Klux Klanism, and worse. . . . No conscious fascist could have phrased it better." At week's end Mowrer had not chosen to reply in print. Said he: "Of course I could go down and talk it out with Thackrey, but my tailor hasn...
...reportedly more accurate. It is launched from a ramp by means of a rocket-propelled undercarriage on wheels, which is jettisoned after the takeoff. It is now in quantity production. But up to this week there had been no report of a Yankee Doodle fired at an enemy target...
...apiece. The best defense, once the robombs are launched, is probably alert spotting and pursuit by fighter planes. (Against this defense, V-1 is usually camouflaged with dark green paint on top, light blue underneath.) A Washington rocket expert of the Army Air Forces calculated that within its aimable target area-a radius of 25 miles-the chances of any individual's getting hit by V-1 are one in 15,000,000. Londoners have learned that at its approach it is essential to: 1) get away from glass, if indoors; 2) hug the ground, if outdoors (see MEDICINE...
...price rollbacks were greeted by cries of anguish from converters and garment manufacturers. But OPA stood firm, prepared to unlimber its big guns on the biggest evil of all in the textile price situation. OPA's target: the upgrading of cloth and garments by converters and by style experts who, by adding an extra print, or a fancy ruffle, have vaulted ceiling prices and upped their profits 800 to 1,400% since war began...
From a black sedan, skidding around a slushy Minneapolis corner one midnight last week, gunfire blazed. From a parked car, the gunners' target, jumped a man and woman, running for their lives. The man, obviously hurt, shouted: "Don't shoot, for God's sake, don't shoot. . . ." As if he recognized the killer, he called out a name. Then he toppled over into the snow. Next day, his companion, a prostitute, told police she couldn't make out what name her friend had cried...