Word: hidden
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...ends by different- and generally deceptive-means. Or they went South American or Russian (see p. 35), viewed with frank satisfaction making money from the war. Or they decided that the whole turmoil baffled understanding, that its reports held no truth, the speeches of all its spokesmen held some hidden meaning that by the chemistry of distance was lost as it crossed the Atlantic...
...Manhattan, Thursday, July 30, 1914 dawned chill and damp. Europe had whelped the first World War and the morning sun, hidden from Wall Street behind a grey overcast, stippled with afternoon gold the dusty packs of Austrian infantrymen marching down to Servia and Armageddon. After the Stock Exchange had closed for the day, Manhattan's top-flight bankers gathered in the office of young (46) J. P. Morgan who 16 months before on the death of his late great father had become head of the most powerful banking house in the U. S. They gathered to discuss ways & means...
...Court of Chancery finally decided that Pepsi-Cola belonged to Loft, not to Mr. Guth. Then Phoenix' president, 43-year-old Walter S. Mack Jr., a director of Loft, became president of Pepsi-Cola Co. When he looked into the books which Mr. Guth had previously kept well hidden, he found a thriving business. For the first nine months of 1938 Pepsi-Cola had turned in a net profit of $2,700,000; its stock was selling at $70 a share (it is now $190). (For the same period Loft lost...
...scene thought that the king was probably King Raedwald of East Anglia (now the counties of Norfolk and Suffolk), whose palace was at Rendlesham, four miles away. A coroner's jury, hastily convened, decided that plates and ornaments were treasure (abandoned publicly in the ground), not treasure trove (hidden for future gain), therefore belonged to Mrs. Pretty, not the Crown...
...bearded Foreign Legionnaires; burnoosed Spahis with shoulder-slung rifles on Arabian ponies or brandishing lances on racing dromedaries; turbaned brown Madagascar riflemen; sun-helmeted white Colonial scouts; fezzed black Senegalese sharpshooters; earthshaking, ear-shattering tanks-all ablaze with the armed might of Imperial France. In the reviewing stand, half-hidden behind politicians and visiting dignitaries, stood a little man with grey hair, a small grey mustache, in a small blue-grey uniform-Commander-in-Chief Gamelin. He could hardly be seen. But the troops knew he was there, and so did the people...