Word: deeps
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...popular ousting of Lord Macmillan from the post of Minister of Information of which he has made such a mess (TIME, Sept. 18). To take over the Ministry of Information the Prime Minister appointed Sir John Reith, "The Man Who Made The British Broad casting Corp." and whose deep voice the world heard introducing the abdication broadcast of Edward VIII. A strict moralist, nonsmoker, teetotaler and a man famed for his dislike of newspapers and publicity of all sorts, Sir John will now have supreme charge of censoring the British press and of getting publicity for the British cause...
...bright and valiant knight yclept Sir Vagabond did brace himself for that full mighty deed. Ablution did he make within the chapel, and from the kindly priest did calm and courage take; and from the holy chalice imbibed deep draughts of the juice of the purple grape. His sturdy sword and buckler did he grasp, and kissed for the last time the dainty sleeve which to him his betrothed, the Lily Maid of Noanett, had bequeathed . . . the Lily Maid with lips so red, and bosom white as driven snow...
...projectiles came over in twos, threes and fours (indicating four to six guns) at intervals of ten minutes to half an hour. At first they blew craters three feet deep in the frozen ground. Later, the craters increased to six feet deep, 18 feet across, as heavier explosive charges were used. Their military effect was nil and Viipuri's small remaining population soon got over the psychological effect...
...Gone Off the Deep End (Mildred Bailey; Vocalion). Torch-song-of-the-month, Bailey-of-the-month...
...Battle is a great showpiece of Remains' descriptive powers, but this second part of the book is, no more than the first, merely another work of realism intended to horrify readers with the horror of war. The pitiful French advance positions pulverized over a sector miles wide, miles deep by a bombardment of unheard of intensity; the silence finally falling "like a sheet laid upon the face of a dead man," the grey German assault lines straggling like smoke wisps from their trenches, slowly growing into trudging multitudes: from all this Remains turns to French headquarters, where a stiff...