Word: whips
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...League of Nations Commissioner, Geoffrey George Knox, was busily flicking his whip last week into one of Europe's wildest dog-pits, that smoking little valley of coal on France's northeastern border, the Saar Basin. Largely German, most of his charges would two years ago have welcomed the plebiscite scheduled for next year to decide whether the Saar will be French or German. But now Saar Socialists, Communists and Catholics, faced with choosing between their ancient enemy France and Nazi Germany, are begging to have the plebiscite postponed. Their newspapers howl direfully against Hitler & friends. In reply...
...Saar Plebiscite. Sitting in Geneva, the three committee members, Italy's Baron Pompeo Aloisi, Spain's Salvador de Madariaga and Argentina's José M. Cantilo, could scarcely believe what they read. Last week they sent for Mr. Knox. He laid aside his dog-whip, scudded into Geneva, told the commissioners that Nazi terrorists are already acting as if they own the Saar. To reenforce his 1,100 police, many of whom have been bribed by one faction or another, he demanded a police army of neutral troops. They cannot be French or German or even British...
...John R. Mott is tall, clear-eyed, square-faced, husky, a deliberate, disciplined worker, a restrained speaker. Though Biographer Mathews attempts to discount it, Dr. Mott is not famed for wit or humor. His great power is his ability to make his facts march into battle and win, to whip up men to enthusiasm, to pick able associates and subordinates. Biographer Mathews estimates Dr. Mott has raised $300,000,000 for his causes. Though given to car and seasickness, he has traveled 1,700,000 mi., the equivalent of 68 times around the world. Woodrow Wilson wanted Dr. Mott...
...standards of the former, and, most important, the colleges cease catering to the theory that all men should receive a higher education. In overcoming the inertia of tradition in the relegating of secondary work to the high school, the colleges must take the lead; they hold the whip hand, and if they find their material indigestible, they have no one but themselves to blame...
...even Trainer Beatty knew what feline lust led Sammy to loose a great "AaaOOf," as he plunged down on Bessie's head. "Come out!" screamed his eight assistants to Beatty. He flicked a whip at the cageful of pedestaled lions & tigers, took the chance of turning his back on them, jumped into the fight. Bang! Bang! Crack! His blank gun, whip and chair were useless. Assistants trained a suffocating fire-hose stream on the fighters. Sammy had his great jaws deep in Bessie's throat. Trainer Beatty grabbed a piece of iron pipe, wrapped his fingers in Sammy...