Word: visione
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...knew him, liked and respected him. Franklin Roosevelt did, and trusted Good Friend Charley implicitly. McNary was a public power enthusiast. He was a farm booster, with a name known to millions of farmers through his McNary-Haugen Act, forerunner of all farm subsidies. Not a man of international vision, but possessor of conscience and integrity, he veered back & forth on intervention before Pearl Harbor. These attitudes told as much of his origin as his thinking. He was born and all his life lived in Salem, Ore. (pop. 30,900), the town whence his grandfather had led the biggest caravan...
...Fighter. In Belleville, lII., husky (6 ft., 180 Ib.) Edwin Taylor, 4-F because of poor vision, put the blitz on four sol diers who taunted him as a slacker. The results : two in the hospital, one runaway, one crawlaway...
...purpose is not possible unless we remain firmly united. Here we have met as friends, from here we must go as brothers. . . . The League of Nations is here. It is in you, but you must inspire it with the breath of life. . . . We must be inspired by our clear vision of the world that is to come, the vision of a greater and a nobler civilization. . . . We meet to establish for all time peace among the peoples of the earth. . . . Gentlemen, to our task!" When Wilson pledged that the American purpose was "the cause of justice and of liberty...
...lowered our seats and pulled down the hatches. Now our vision was limited by the slits of our periscopes. The noise of battle was fainter in our ears, but it was still perfectly audible. Sweat began to etch rivulets down dusty faces and clot in the stubble of three-day beards. With brows pressed against the rubber cushion above the periscope we watched the battle panorama unroll. The smell of cordite and the smell of dead bodies filtered through the vents and seemed to enter our pores...
...epitomized in his effort to get the people of Adano a church bell to replace the bell the Nazis carried off for scrap. Sometimes it seems that Major Joppolo is the only person who loves the villagers. Certainly he is the only one who has a practically realizable vision of what democracy can bring to Adano. Raised in The Bronx, razzed as a wop in school, a truck driver at 16, a $12-a-week grocery clerk at 20, a second-class clerk in New York City's Department of Sanitation before going into the Army, Victor Joppolo brings...