Word: sharing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...children of John W. Hopper, onetime mayor of Neptune City, N.J., "and their descendants down through the ages to come" received the following bequest last week when his will was read: ". . . the knowledge that I, their father and grandfather, had no share, not even once, in the installation or perpetuation of the Roosevelt (F.D.) dynasty . . ." Hopper's will added firmly: "With this knowledge they may always hold up their heads in pride...
When Communist ex-Minister of the Interior Laszlo Rajk went to prison last June as an "imperialist agent" and Titoist-suspect (TIME, June 27), there were rumors that his pal, the police chief, would soon share his fate. Last week Tito's paper Borba (which has shown before that it has a good pipeline into Hungary) reported that Hangman Gabor had killed himself in a Budapest prison...
...first hopeful months of Marshall Plan aid, Congress was able to congratulate itself for carrying out the largest and most generous effort in the world's history. But now it seemed that those five billions would not be enough. Great Britain had got the lion's share of ECA help; now she wanted at least an extra half billion this year. There were official hints that a stabilizing fund was necessary to save the pound. No sooner was the North Atlantic Treaty ratified than there was a demand for a billion and a half in arms aid. Where...
...money might be dissipated in driblets from Greenland to Greece. There was a nagging fear that ECA might help keep Europe convalescent but never put it back on its feet. There was also a petulant feeling that Europe should get off its hunkers. Elder Statesman Bernard Baruch seemed to share this mood. Back from a quick trip to Europe, he was asked whether Europe might help itself more if the U.S. helped it less. "There's a heap of sense in that," he said...
...slight change in his double routine. Before each session of the House of Lords, the new peer, in his crumpled tweeds and battered old trilby, bought a third-class railway ticket and hopped a train for London. After that he returned to Oxford-to his wife, who refused to share his title ("We are simple people," she said), to his lunches of cold mutton and prunes, and to his troubled surveillance of some of Balliol's new postwar, government-aided scholarship students. Once he told the House of Lords why he was so concerned: "They were from poor homes...