Word: fats
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...cheap to taxpayers, liberal to veterans, possible to the Treasury. Senator Harrison did not try to concoct anything so difficult out of his own head. He went to the Veterans' Administration, got its best wizard with figures to do the job. Assistant Administrator Harold Walker Breining is a fat, fortyish actuary who, since 1917, when he went overseas in field service for the Division of War Risk Insurance, has been making statistical tables dance jigs for the Government. Mr. Breining found a way to calculate interest on the Bonus starting from 1918 instead of 1925 and still...
...make another mistake like 1929 to 1932. One more and the fat is in the fire. The next step will be abolition of the profit system-and page Mr. Stalin...
...querulous Hearst voice: "I'd like to buy it, but Mr. Neylan won't let me." He usually buys it anyway, and Chancellor of Exchequer Neylan finds the money. Periodically Chancellor Neylan threatens to resign. The fact that he does not has nothing to do with the fat Hearst retainer. From many another client rich Jack Neylan is making all the money he needs to provide for all he cares about - his wife and daughter, Jane Frances (now a senior at University of California), and his handsome estate at Woodside on the San Mateo Peninsula, for which...
...with a bang, at least in their own day, but the year 1212 seemed to many an appropriate date for Doomsday. Rumor set the exact time: the 12th day of the 12th month. Author Clayton begins his tale early in this ominous year, in romantic, ravaged Provence, where the fat lands of favored abbeys are set like islands in the war-swept countryside, and corpses hang high on every road. Holy Church has been chastening her heretical children. In the Abbey of La Soleza, whose fanatical head, Fray Sebastian, is a power of the Inquisition, the fat Monk Hilarius manages...
...that you were summoned to his chambers in Hollis and told to bring with you your manuscript. You were told how to read what you had written. Soon you began to feel that out of the darkness all around you long fingers were searching through the layers of fat and fluff to find your bones and muscles underneath. You could fight back but eventually he stripped you to your essential self. Then he cuffed the battered remains and challenged them and shocked them into their own authentic activity...