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...atrocities. Those who were aware or who were active in perpetrating them, were under the influence of "hysterical mysticism," and now want only to forget the things they did or knew. A very large percentage of the Germans, perhaps even a majority "never did like the son of a bitch, and always said he'd get us into a war," and real Nazis were so scarce that the author had to scour the whole of Berlin in order to uncover...
...bill, who indignantly reported an encounter he had had with three railroad lobbyists in the Senate dining room. Said Senator Tobey: "I walked to their table, and said 'My compliments to you, gentlemen.' I said, 'I understand you called me a son of a bitch, and consigned me to hell. . . .' I said, 'You are crooked, sirs, from top to bottom. . . .' I walked away...
...Hysteria. At the home of Mr. & Mrs. H. C. F. Harwood, near Regent's Park, one of London's few refrigerators (about one British family in 35 owns one) chose this crucial moment to spring a leak. To save their Pekingese bitch, Anna, from asphyxiation, the Harwoods hung her out of the window in a string bag. Whether Anna survived the treatment without hysterics was not reported, but as the weekend approached with cooling thunderstorms, the ever-helpful Evening Standard had a final word of advice for other dog lovers. "Dog hysteria," pronounced the Standard, "has its root...
Outside was chaos and the incongruities inseparable from disaster. A terrier bitch whelped beside a dazed crowd at the foot of the memorial to Texas City's World War II dead. A Negro, suffering from concussion after being blown off the dock into the bay, swam back, walked to his blasted home, started patching it with hammer and nails. One man emerged from the rubble of the Texas Terminal Railway Building carrying $10 million in insurance policies in a bedsheet. He turned them over to the police. After dark, the inevitable looters worked the ruins...
Frankie said he had overheard the columnist-Lee Mortimer of the New York Daily Mirror-refer to him as "that Dago son of a bitch." So he hit him in the jaw, once, and knocked him down. Mortimer said he was "just minding my own business"-leaving the place with an Oriental girl friend-when Frankie snuck up behind him and hit him back of the left ear. Then, said Mortimer, "at least two men" held him and he was slugged some more...