Word: dreadfully
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Dates: during 1950-1950
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...again for such a program. But U.M.T. at best was a questionable solution to the problem. The softhearted U.M.T. bill now in Congress requires six months of basic training in a so-called National Security Training Corps. The trainee, scrupulously protected during his powder-puff training from the dread (to politicians) prospect that he might take on the rough cast of the regular soldier, would have several choices on graduation: 1) six more months of N.S.T.C. training (during which he would not be used in combat), 2) enlistment in the regular armed forces or 3) escape for a time...
From the start it is clear that Greer Garson has been stricken with one of those dread, nameless Hollywood diseases that will kill her off in the last reel. She receives the news with a chin-up, clear-eyed gallantry that has her doctor blubbering. When Walter Pidgeon, her remarkably obtuse husband, finally catches on, he too is reduced to choked-up admiration. Meanwhile, Greer gently discourages a U.S. colonel (John Hodiak) who is in love with her, straightens out the affairs of her nitwit daughter (Cathy O'Donnell), and sets right the tangled marriage of a British general...
Like many other women with husbands in the Reserve, I dread the thought of my husband leaving me and our three little boys again. But how anyone, after reading your cover story on Ernst Reuter [TIME, Sept. 18], can sit on his complacent backside and say, "Wait until after elections, or next year, or the next . . ." is beyond my comprehension...
...there, a large black fact somewhere to the west, and whether you were sweating in an Indiana hayfield or pitching into the cold Atlantic swell, or addressing packages in a musty New York stockroom the war existed for everyone as a thought, or a hope, or a dread...
...there, a large black fact somewhere to the west, and whether you were sweating in an Indiana hayfield or pitching into the cold Atlantic swell, or addressing packages in a musty New York stockroom the war existed for everyone as a thought, or a hope, or a dread...