Word: redness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Harry Hopkins was well known to every Term III Democrat: it traversed the plush gloom and sombre elegance of the old red-brick Blackstone Hotel; down the red-carpeted marble corridors to a spacious sitting room of candy-striped chairs, a crystal chandelier, a plumed, bustled lady of the English Regency, framed in the pink-&-gilt fireplace, delicately offering all comers a symbolic prize-a prickly rose. In this room operated dapper young Vic Sholis, Hopkins' secretary, and soft-spoken David K. Niles, the Janizariat's undercover man, who engineered the biggest financial coup of the 1936 campaign...
Griping, mutinous, sore, united only in the fear that the party would be left without its one big vote-getter, the professionals grumbled as they went to Chicago's Stadium on the first night, to sit on the red-painted chairs in the vast arena, hear the old Hamlet of the House, Speaker William B. Bankhead, elocute his meandering way through half an hour of the corniest Southern oratory most of them had ever heard...
...Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll...
...need for an orthodox but readable statement of Marxism in English was occasioning grave concern to the Agitprop (the Party's propaganda bureau) when Evelyn John St. Loe Strachey appeared, like a Red Moses, to make a path for the intellectual children of Israel through the Red Sea. His masterwork, The Coming Struggle for Power, made him the most important popularizer of Marxism outside Russia...
...breeze did not drop, and for the first time on our voyage we experienced the effect of pitching and rolling combined, a great silence fell upon the ship. . . . The little Niger hippopotamus ... lay down with his head flat on the deck, and ceased to think. His great red eyes looked through me at I know not what. The fawn, the antelopes, and the river-hogs swayed on their cloven, pointed hooves as they tried to maintain their balance. No pride in their eyes now. . . . The buffalo was.swaying in his crate, with a wandering look in his eye and ears laid...