Word: temperance
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...could bank on it. For years they had said "Watch Somervell," and the lean, easy Arkansan had always come through. He had come through so surprisingly that at 50 he was wearing the three silver stars of a lieutenant general. Still unruffled, still masking his occasional bursts of temper with lurid volleys of good-natured profanity, he bosses the biggest show in the U.S. armed forces. It is likely to become the biggest show in the whole U.S. war effort...
...their necks in ice? Why, every man in the Party would be caught in your tortures - and they are your own best disciples. They steal and lie and become traitors if need be, but only because they are strong and others are weak." "Enough," cried the Devil, losing his temper. "You fool. Heydrich! I am old and I know sin. It is punishable and some times it is an art. But you are not even subtle. You and the men like you are only nasty little boys who like to pull the wings off birds. You wouldn't understand...
...army strength in North and West Africa is a public mystery. Germany is said to have allowed Vichy to build up an air force of 1,000 planes, but its caliber is highly dubious. And although the size of the Vichyfrench fleet is fairly well established, both its fighting temper and condition are question marks...
...just what has happened. Obviously the blame cannot be fastened on any one faction. Our playwrights have been confused and temporarily caught off base; our critics, perhaps a trifle sterilized by their ancient standards of judgment, could be of more constructive aid; and surely the unions could temper their constricting closed shop policy and allow a few more economically budgeted productions to receive a Broadway showing. This might have aided the Group Theatre, one of the few enterprising endeavors in New York, and kept them alive this past season. And, lastly, the producers might give more unknown playwrights a chance...
Fight. That evening Jesse Jones went to a gala party of Washington's hail-fellow Alfalfa Club, but his heart was not in the fun. His Texas temper, tender from years of being left alone, still twitched and writhed. He bumped smack into the Washington Post's publisher, trim, high-domed Eugene Meyer...