Word: undergrounders
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...startled. Inger Merete Nordentoft, Communist member of the Rigsdag, principal of a large school, and spinster, applied for three months' maternity leave. Board members grew curious. Who was the father? Would Miss Nordentoft marry him? The grey-haired 42-year-old schoolmistress, who had belonged to the Danish underground during the occupation, and had spent five months in a German prison, retorted that it was none of their business. She threatened to sue if they fired her. Already foster-mother of a year-old adopted child, she loves children, says they love her. Press, clergy, and teachers argued...
Fifth Columnists. Inevitably, some of the displaced Japanese had gone underground. Into a Shanghai restaurant came a mild-looking Oriental dressed in a Chinese gown. Suddenly a Chinese woman rose from a table, screamed: "That man! He's not Chinese-he's a Jap! He burned me at the Bridge House!" (headquarters of the notorious Kempeitai, the Japanese Gestapo). She lifted her skirt to show ugly scars across her thighs. In the confusion, the mild-looking man vanished...
Maurice Chevalier, longtime darling of Paris music halls, seven-year darling of Hollywood (1928-35), said he was coming to Broadway in February. He had just been okayed (for the third time) as a French patriot. Embraced by the underground in 1944, cleared as a collaborationist by the Government last September, he was now cleared by the National Committee of the Theatrical Purge...
...ZoBell also found that certain bacteria etch little holes in limestone, allowing petroleum to percolate through. Others give off gases, forcing oil out of dead-end pores. Others pry oil films off mineral surfaces. All these quiet, persistent activities probably help the oil to collect in large underground pools...
...Shoving and pushing, and pushed and shoved, a dishonoured bag of bones about London, or carted like a herring in a box through tunnels in the clay beneath it, as I bump my head in an omnibus, or hang, half-suffocated, from a greasy strap in the Underground, I dream, like other Idealists and Saints and Social Thinkers, of a better world than this, a world that might be, a City of Heaven brought down at last to earth...