Word: fainted
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Many times in recent weeks, in talking to callers, the President has listed all 1940 Democratic aspirants, then damned them all with faint praise. For example: To many a caller Franklin Roosevelt has indicated that Cordell Hull is completely acceptable to him as the best 1940 compromise. But he also expressed fears that Mr. Hull is too old, and too much of a worrier...
...round in little circles. And in California, even Hoover aides and allies indignantly denied that the ex-President's activities were political, pictured him as the intellectual leader of a cause. As for thunder-stealing, said they, the New Deal's thunder was now a low faint rumble far over the hills. But everybody recognized that, whether talking politics or philosophy, the ex-President was spending his time these days with sturdy, middle-of-the-road Republicans-the Homer Bunkers, Frank Fetzers, Art Priaulxs -who seemed to stand not for big business ideas or reform, but for fishing...
...hope of Finland checking the Russians is faint," Cawley said, "but they may put up a much better fight than is expected. Whatever the outcome may be, it will be very interesting because this present struggle is the first real test of Russian military strength...
...Hays Office has definitely begun to unbend, gentlemen, and it is high time someone broke forth with a few congratulatory huzzahs. "Honeymoon in Bali," the latest case in point, has Madeleine Carroll; it has faint glimmers of Bali; and it has a script that sometimes scintillates. Of course, it does have Fred MacMurray, too; and it is burdened with a plot; but such things seem to be inevitable. Only when the Message becomes too obvious does the pace sag; Miss Carroll, it seems, has planned her whole life with the mathematical precision of an M. I. T. graduate, and must...
...cave's entrance resembled a monstrous mouth. Foul, fishy smells oozed from its eerie, greenish interior. Faint scrapings, squeals, slimy drippings could be heard far down in its inky bowels. Author Sanderson went cautiously inside. Clusters of giant grey bats whirred out of potholes. Crabs the size of footballs, their eyes bugging like periscopes, squatted on the floor, waved huge pincers, hissed like snakes. A luminescent lizard slithered into a dark crevice. An enormous red rat nudged his foot. Giant spider-centipedes scuttled across his hands. Blood-sucking vampire bats gnashed from black ledges...