Word: waked
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...time for the patrol boat to leave. The props were ticking over. The boat thundered across the lagoon, took the air, melted into the clouds. Wake's men knew the next face they would see would be the face of the Jap. Two days later when the Jap had landed and the last struggle was going, their commander radioed a last gallant message: "The issue is in doubt." But from the hour when the patrol plane left, every man on the island must have been quite sure that the issue was not in doubt-it was inevitable...
Good to the Last Squad. Out of Wake on the 20th came the last report from the men who went down fighting two days later. Released last week by the Navy at Washington, it added new fuel to the imperishable flame of their heroism. It also proved that the Jap had had to pay a bitter price for the capture of the outpost and its thin line of defenders...
...learned something. He went back to bombing. Wake was hit by 27 planes, again by 32, by 30, by 41. He came again & again. With his patched-up ships, Paul Putnam's men went up to meet him, while the men on the ground slammed away with cannon and machine...
Last week a grateful people, speaking through their President, officially cited Wake's Marines for "devotion to duty and splendid conduct at their battle stations. . . ." And Wake went down in the Corps's history with its other bright stars -the battle of the Bon Homme Richard against the Serapis, Tripoli, Trenton, Chapultepec, Samar, Tientsin, Belleau Wood, Blanc Mont, other bloody fields in every part of the world where Marines have fought and died...
...review of Finnegans Wake by Harvard's Harry Levin was one of the few that gave James Joyce the sense that his book had a reader. Mr. Levin's volume on Joyce is designed to be read along with Joyce's works. On Joyce's powers of characterization, on his Swiftian moral grandeur, and on that almost Shakespearean humaneness which alone could delight the plainest of readers, he is obtuse as only a hyperintellectual can be. But on those intricate obscurities which put off most plain readers, and on Joyce as a technician and theorist...