Word: macs
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Army had the word straight from an old West Point superintendent now in Tokyo. Messaged General Douglas Mac-Arthur: "There is no substitute for victory." If West Point's tough, all-conquering football squad needed any further goad last week, it was supplied by pre-game gibes from the Navy cheering section. With President Harry Truman and 102,442 others watching in Philadelphia's Municipal Stadium, Annapolis banners flaunted some sore subjects...
Over the years, as he recalls them, old "Mac" McCarthy had seen and heard enough to satisfy himself that his childhood decision was right. Traveling through a good part of the world, observing the contrast of rich churches with peasant poverty, shocked by hypocrisy in high places and evil deeds done in religion's name, he finally decided to devote his time and money to combating humanity's yearning to believe and worship. He spent five years writing a 725-page diatribe against Christianity, called Bible, Church and God. Four years ago he organized...
Died. Niall Diarmid Campbell, 77, tenth Duke of Argyll, hereditary chief (Mac Cailean Mhor, a rank created in 1286) of famed Clan Campbell (green, black, navy blue tartan); at his castle in Argyll, Scotland. A crotchety, feudal-minded bachelor, the multi-titled duke (Keeper of the Great Seal of Scotland, Marquis of Lome and Kintyre) regarded the modern world as a personal outrage, once threatened to toss bureaucratic "snoopers" into his dungeons...
...Teething Troubles." Some airmen readily admitted that they had not always been so sure that the B-36 could meet that threat. One who did was General George Kenney, who ran the Mac Arthur air arm in the Pacific. In 1946, said Kenney, he had been so discouraged by the "teething troubles" of the B-36 that he had recommended cancellation of all further orders. But as B-36 performance began to improve, Kenney continued, his mind gradually changed. "It astonished me," he explained frankly. "The youngsters liked it. They said it handled good up there. I said good...
...Baxter, tingting, looked, tingting, at tingting, the tingting, clock, ting-ting." Random thoughts churned around in Baxter's stream of consciousness like rampaging underwear in an electric washing machine. "Goddamn you, Archibald Mac-Leish!" he thought: "And you, Dos Passes ... So Hitler must be stopped? . . . Oh, but-and-oh, but-what're yuh doin'? . . . Oh, the lousy lousy lousy LOUSY mess! Why isn't it 1922 instead of 1942? And I-twenty-two, walking through the Tuiler-o-o-o with a copy of Ulysses . . ." And where was Lisa, murmuring with her "pink-lipped, delible pout...