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Packed with drama and feeling, Lillian Hellman's plays meet their grim situations headon. A moralist, not a misanthrope, Playwright Hellman ferrets out evil and malice not to wallow in them but to flay them alive. Witty, sociable, personally far from stern, Lillian Hellman is happiest while lazing through an amphibian summer on an island off Connecticut, with such friends as Dorothy Parker (who suggested the title for The Little Foxes), Dashiell Hammett, Arthur Kober. But today, awake to the troubled world around her, Lillian Hellman loafs seldom. Militantly antifascist, she two years ago spent a month under bombardment...
Such was the political hog-wallow to which Kentucky's two leading statesmen openly descended last week, two days before the end of their primary contest for Mr. Barkley's seat in the U. S. Senate...
...lower in level flight. To his surprise he overtook it fast. When only a mile behind, Wilkins cut his speed in order not to pass Bohnet. Simultaneously he noticed that Bohnet was having trouble. Though the air was clear, with no turbulence whatever, the plane ahead was wallowing. A wing would go down five degrees, then wobble back as the other wing dipped. The wallow grew worse. While Wilkins and his co-pilot watched in stricken silence, Capt. Bohnet's plane rolled over on one side as if about to bank, went completely out of control and dived...
...irons. In the farm shop lathes and tools were electrically operated. Wood was cut by an electric saw. In the brooder house chicks were warmed in an electric incubator, while in the poultry house hens were urged to extra efforts by ultraviolet ray lamps. Hogs were kept in their wallow by an electric fence which gave them a 90-volt jolt if they touched it. An electric sprinkler system kept the cabbage patch damp...
...Consistency," wrote Ralph Waldo Emerson, "is the hobgoblin of little minds." Surely you would not have me wallow in its quicksands, Mr. Fletcher; surely in these days of my ascendancy, you do not adhere to the mutton-chop philosophies of Truth for Truth's sake. Modern souls use ideas as weapons, and judge them according to their effect. What do I care whether the appeal is to honesty, truth, love, brotherhood, or patriotism so long as in their name men will do and act as I have planned...