Word: womans
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...force the government's hand, the Communists called a general strike. Both sides could ponder the result: nearly 40% of the workers struck, but over 60% did not. Paasikivi patched things up by appointing Communist-Liner Eino Kilpi as Interior Minister, and Finland's No. 1 woman Red, Hertta Kuusi-nen, as Minister without Portfolio. The Reds called off their half-successful strike; the kid'gloves were still...
They have, unaccountably, been in Christendom's midst for a long time. On the road to Calvary (so a gypsy account goes), an old gypsy woman took pity on the Savior and tried to prevent His crucifixion by stealing the nails that were to be used. When caught by a Roman soldier, the woman begged for mercy: "I haven't stolen anything for seven years." One of the Disciples was moved to say: "You are blessed now. Henceforth, the Savior allows you to steal once every seven years." Since then, the gypsies have roamed the world, cheerfully stealing...
Malan's Nationalists, tainted with anti-Semitism and wartime pro-Naziism, had promised freedom to Britain-haters who had been imprisoned for sabotage during the war. Some Nationalists waged an underhanded campaign. One canvasser approached a white woman who was washing her baby girl, and said: "If Smuts wins, your baby will have to marry a black...
...Woman's Angle. Mrs. Gowles won her reputation as a career girl before Look did. As a 16-year-old Bostonian with a gift of gab, she talked herself into a $100-a-week advertising job with Gimbels in Manhattan. By 1936 she had an advertising agency of her own and was making $20,000 a year. On Passport No. 1492, she was the first U.S. businesswoman to visit Europe after V-E day. In 1946 she quit her agency to work with the Famine Emergency Committee. Nine months later she and Publisher "Mike" Cowles, friends since 1941, were...
...eighth day ... I was astonished to be able to recognize a landscape in which a house appeared in the distance and a young woman on a path, with a child and two dogs beside her. From that time on Bonnard no longer referred to his sketch. He would step back to observe the effect of the juxtaposed tones; occasionally he would place a dab of color with his finger, then another next to the first. On about the fifteenth day I asked him how long he thought it would take . . . Bonnard replied: 'I finished it this morning...