Word: wired
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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They found Harry Truman determined as ever. The trainmen's A. F. Whitney sent a wire ("When is it wrong to get a bloody nose when you are right?"), then appeared himself. In a letter, Harry Truman replied: "I am much in the same frame of mind you are . . . The compromisers got nowhere as I was sure they wouldn't, and they never had any consideration for me." This sounded like a slap at Speaker Sam Rayburn, who tried to put over the compromise. Press Secretary Charles Ross hastily explained that there had been a double misprint...
...Club's Christmas passion play, and the goldfish in the courtyard pond. But the building's remaining activities and inhabitants are as diverse as its styles of architecture. Classes in German, Swedish, and Norwegian share the rambling classrooms under the eaves on the third floor with the microphones and wire recorders of Professor Packard's speech department. The second floor is inhabited by an organ, one of the few in the country whose sound approaches that of the type used by Bach. The organ got there rather fortuitously its designer, in casting about for a place with the proper acoustics...
Inexorably, the Red pincers tightened around Shanghai. Inside the shrinking Nationalist lines, sweating soldiers and coolies dug trenches, strung barbed-wire barricades, sowed "dragon's teeth"-thick rows of sharpened bamboo stakes pointed toward the approaching enemy. If a stand were made at all, it would be made inside a belt of defense that extended 30 miles from the city's teeming center...
...learn man's ways with incredible rapidity. Fences cannot keep these sly relations of the dog and the wolf out of a sheep range or a chicken yard: some Southwest natives believe that they talk to the fences and the fences open up and let them through. Barbed-wire fences had some trouble understanding them at first but are now responsive...
...first is a superb juggler, the second stands on the forefinger of his right hand in astonishingly precarious locations, and the third skips rope on a very high wire. Such performances are the stuff that circuses are made of. Everything they wear, every move they make, is vivid, dramatic, extravagant. Brunn generates more color than all the John Murray Anderson extravaganzas put together. Never for the a second does he stand still. Not does he ever simply catch anything; he grabs things out of the air. He is showman, and the circus is nothing if it is not a show...