Word: ways
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Next evening, two hours after the deadline, Winchell got another call. He was told to drive to a theatre in Yonkers. At the wheel of a borrowed car-because too many people know his-he set out. On the way another car pulled alongside. A man got out, holding a handkerchief to his face. "Go to the drugstore on the corner of 19th Street and Eighth Avenue about 9 p. m.," said the stranger, and disappeared...
...case one of the parties to this treaty should become the object of warlike acts by a third power, the other power will in no way support this third power...
...Planted like a great mine before an entrenched position, prepared as stealthily as sappers burrow underground, it was in place, loaded, ready to go the moment the button was pressed. The great offensive in the War of Nerves mounted to its climax. The pressure on the Poles to give way, on Great Britain and France to give in, was at its height. Down through the Balkans, through Hungary, Rumania, a flank attack was launched. The button that Fuhrer Hitler had to press was the announcement that Joachim von Ribbentrop was flying to Moscow to sign a non-aggression pact with...
Pause. Breathless before a bigger, more heroic drama than Hitler's bombshell had been, correspondents saw something new in history develop as the week closed. As Edouard Daladier, without giving way, eloquently appealed to Adolf Hitler to remember the dead of the World War, there was a long debate over the barricades-in frightful tension, sleepless preparation, with frontiers closed and armies mobilized, the Pause of Guilt began. Over the darkened cities that had become haunted and despairing islands of last nights together, of work never to be done, of books unwritten, of children unseen, of dreams unfulfilled, over...
Adolf Hitler was once a friend of the masses; so was Benito Mussolini. But they were sandlot revolutionaries beside the "hall sweeper" of the red revolution, the tough from the Caucasus, Joseph Stalin. Once Joe Stalin was proud of his exploits, proud of the way he darted into Armenian stores, stole what he wanted, fired some shots and ran, leaving men puking blood behind him; proud of the holdup of Tiflis -20 dead; proud of having the guts to toss bombs from a lamppost at fully armed Cossacks; proud of the holdups on mountain roads; proud of inflaming the doubters...