Word: war
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...contraption which projects his cartoons, as he draws them, upon a screen. The Shoescope is a great attraction in Chicago churches, in which "Shoe" shows it about once a week. A prime favorite is Shoemaker's 1938 Pulitzer Prizewinner, "The Road Back"-a soldier marching to World War...
...pure eyes to behold iniquity, look.upon the desolations that are wrought in the earth, and the evil of men who will not do justly, love mercy, and walk humbly with their God. We, Thy servants, humbly confessing our share in this evil, pray to Thee against war. . . . We ask for mercy, human and divine, upon the people of Finland. Let not our imaginations fail to see their plight. . . or our hands be slow in helping their affliction. The families that ruthless violence puts in jeopardy, may our generosity assist; and the hapless victims of hunger and homelessness, may our plenty...
Febrile, fantastic Jean Cocteau, France's No. i playboy of the intellect, left the Paris Ritz to live on a houseboat and do war work. His war work, said he, would be writing a play about love, explained: "Love and War are the only two eternal themes. But when making one it is best to talk about the other...
...Greeky Raymond Duncan (expatriate Paris-dwelling brother of the late Isadora Duncan), who so admires Attic culture that he wears a homespun chlamys (tunic) and sandals in all weather and all company, announced to Paris' Left Bank that he gave not one Hellenic hoot for France's war, said he would carry on as usual his courses in antique cloth-weaving, basketmaking, and rhythmics...
Reginald ("Red") Rowland, 53-Year-old British cinema manager who claims to be the author of the dirty war ditty Mademoiselle from Armentieres (pronounced-for the purposes of the song-"armentaire"), told a newsreporter at his home in Sutton, Surrey, England: "I am trying to do a piece for the lads in this war. You know, though, they say it's only once in a lifetime that you do a masterpiece. But that wasn't a masterpiece, of course. The fact is, it was the utterest tripe, old boy, the utterest tripe...