Word: instinctively
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...secret of Gamelin's military success lay largely in his old mapmaker's and landscapist's instinct for geography. Not only was he able to take the maximum advantage of terrain so as to conserve manpower, but his shrewd disposition of fire power constantly enhanced the offensive quality of his command. His many citations praised his "highest qualities of method and of inspection" and his ability to carry his objectives "in the course of a general offensive at the cost of minimum losses." The French soldier did not like him less for that and the present French...
...Boston, Mass, 30 years ago a chiropodist picked up a toad in his mother's garden, domesticated it, named it Teddy. To find out whether toads had a homing instinct, the chiropodist took Teddy on longer & longer trips, turned him loose. Teddy always came home-though from Dallas, Texas it took him a year. Last week Teddy was set down at Oakland, Calif., began hopping patiently along the railroad tracks toward Boston. The chiropodist expects Teddy home again by April...
...bitter epilogue he blames the "diplomatists and prime ministers, dignitaries and dictators," declares: "Upon the will and instinct of the proletariat reposes such hope as we are justified in retaining for the future progress of humanity...
Significance. Fundamental issue raised by the unionists' war on WPA was: what is work-relief? Is it work undertaken by Government to take up slack when private work is lagging? Or is it jobs thought up, invented and financed to occupy idle men, keep alive their working instinct, health and habits, sustain their purchasing power? Into neither of these basic conceptions fits the unions' assumption that work-relief must ensure the pay-scales for which unions have organized and fought, and by which, in fat times, they have profited...
...Paris (Columbia), before the Hays office gave it a brush-off, had a Too in its title. As it stands, Paris is just a naughty notion in the head of a waitress named Jenny Swanson (Joan Blondell), who has big gold-digging ideas but not the true killer instinct. Jenny ends up as a sort of middle-aged Shirley Temple, patching up a flock of romantic tatters, curing rich old Olaf Brand's gouty hypochondria with extra blankets and aquavit, reminding him: "Swedes need to sweat." Nearest Jenny ever gets to Paris high life is Manhattan's sotty...