Word: grimmest
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Aiken, on the other hand, has expressed opposition to the scientific Utopianism proposed by Skinner. According to Aiken, Skinner's view ". . . leads to the most desperate, grimmest sort of police state imaginable...
...game 35,000 spectators, the biggest crowd ever to watch a sport event in South Carolina, jammed the stadium. The grimmest man present was big Rex Enright, Carolina's coach. His team had lost every game this season. If he lost on Big Thursday, he and everybody else in South Carolina knew that he'd better begin looking for another job. Before the end of the first quarter, Enright's team was behind, 13-0, and the Clemson stands were calling for their boys to pour...
Somber Spirits. One of the Assembly's grimmest moments came when Dr. T. F. Tsiang, representing Nationalist China's crumbling government, rose to speak. Said he: "During the past two years, while the dike from the Persian Gulf to Scandinavia was built against the flood of Communism, the Far East has been inundated . . . Can the United Nations maintain its prestige . . . by ignoring what has taken place in my country? . . . I appeal to the General Assembly to be brave enough to embrace the vision of one indivisible world and not to retreat to the false illusory security of half...
Nevada, a half-century ago. From the start, in the isolated Bridges ranch house on the morning of the year's first snowstorm, the reader is plunged into an atmosphere of family hatreds and tensions that recalls Playwright Eugene O'Neill at his grimmest. Whisky-soaked father Bridges hates his domineering, straitlaced, Bible-reading wife ("A clothespin in bed . . . Gotta keep drinkin' just to forget the 'normous wooden clothes-pin"). Mother Bridges, on her side, despises Bridges for his worthlessness, his decayed delusions of get-rich-quick grandeur...
...grimmest Russian pressure is not directly on the Allies, but on Berlin's people. One night this week, slim, dark Fritz Müller, 27, left Berlin for good. From scrap & rubble, he had built up a little clothing shop. Business was a hopeless tangle-he couldn't get thread or needles from the Western sectors, his delivery boys were detained for days at a time by Russian patrols. Last week, because he was "politically unreliable," Fritz's shop was confiscated. Oddly, it was confiscated by the same German official who ten years ago seized his furniture...