Word: smile
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...latest Battle of a Century of many battles. On strategies, Vandenberg constantly counseled with aging, astute Jay Hayden, of the Detroit News, who often shifts his tobacco-quid disgustedly as he blue-pencils the reek from Vandenberg's rhetoric; constantly he saw Borah and McNary; constantly he smiled his Kewpie smile with the air of a cat set for cream. La Follette's crisp battle-slogan: "We'll fight this thing from Hell to breakfast" he contentedly adopted as his own policy...
...Dartmouth Man." Here the Vagabond grinned, trying to wheedle a polite smile out of his listeners. "Wait until you see him going down Boylston Street to a football game. He'll probably have on a racoon coat and he'll look as though he ought to be carrying a silver hip-flask. His girl will be wearing an all-green outfit, even though she looks like the devil in green. Maybe he'll be shouting something about 'Men of Dartmouth...
...reasons, that smile must have tasted bitter on Josef Beck's lips. The coming of war meant the final breakdown of his hard-boiled system of checks and balances, playing off the totalitarians against the democracies for the peace of Poland. The coming of war also meant that Colonel Beck's brave stand against Adolf Hitler after the dismemberment of Czecho-Slovakia had failed; that matching the Fuhrer at his own game, bluff for bluff, had only pushed him beyond bluff to blows...
...account him their best and most active mediator. He helped settle the long, bloody Kohler of Kohler (plumbing) strike in Wisconsin five years ago, has calmed many another row before it reached the headlines. Now sixtyish, he is a husky six-footer with a lined, full face, a kindly smile, a soothing voice. "If all priests were like you, I'd never have left the church," he was assured by Labor's late, famed Mary Harris ("Mother") Jones, at whose grave he preached in 1930. "The best trouble shooter Labor has," Madam Secretary Perkins has said...
...such is the story of Putzi, a premature baby who lived in a jar of alcohol on its parents' mantelpiece, became a hero when his father discovered he was a perfect barometer, sinking to the bottom on approach of bad weather, bobbing to the top, with "a Lilliputian smile and rosy cheeks," at the approach of fair...