Word: trust
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...appearance makes it difficult to believe that she worked in a tobacco plant in her youth, propagandized soldiers in the years of the revolution. In 1932, after Stalin issued his famous dictum: Let us be gay, Comrades, Mme. Molotov became head of the Soviet perfume trust. Said she of her work: "My husband works on their souls, I on their faces." She put rouge and lipstick on the face of Russia's womanhood, filled Russia's air with the odor of cheap perfume. In the interest of cosmetics, she visited the U.S. in 1936, lunched with Mrs. Roosevelt...
...leave "planning of the future world in what we trust are capable civilians hands" is, for the serviceman, or anyone else, unjustified escapism. While reading a "nice comfy article" on what we are fighting for may not be the favorite recreation of the war-weary soldier, thinking along such lines is just as much a part of the battle as taking "Hill...
...Trust-Buster Thurman Arnold, now a not-too-august U.S. Court of Appeals Associate Justice, last week wiped off the dust that had gathered on his club since he left the Department of Justice, and whammed it down on the collective pate of organized labor. The blow, wrapped in the current issue of Cosmopolitan magazine, was delivered with the same kind of gusto with which he had smashed so savagely at various A.F. of L. unions (building trades, teamsters, musicians) as harmful monopolies. His kick upstairs to the bench brought no heartier sighs of relief from any area than from...
Question & Answer: Asking, "What is the reason for all this?" ex-Buster Arnold gives a trust-busting answer: Says...
...lingering representatives of that fated and unfortunate race, do not really promise the modern man that he shall do anything, or own anything, or in any effectual fashion be anything. They only promise that, if he keeps his eyes open, he will see something; he will see the Universal Trust or the World State or Lord Melchett coming in the clouds in glory. But the modern man cannot even keep his eyes open. He is too weary with toil and a long succession of unsuccessful Utopias. He has fallen asleep...