Word: wondering
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...career of Negley Parson-athlete, munitions salesman, aviator, foreign correspondent, lover-has been, if nothing else, a testament to his superb physique. As readers galloped through his best-selling autobiography, The Way of a Transgressor, their wonder grew how a man could avoid cracking up even halfway through such adventures...
...wonder whether we have decided to hide behind Neutrality? It is safe, perhaps, but I am not sure that it is always right to be safe...
Doubts. The politically-torn population soon faced the terrifying ordeal of hunger and air raids. By last autumn many an ardent antiFascist, his belly gnawed by hunger and his nerves frayed by bombs, began to wonder if, after all, the oppression of Fascism could be any worse. When, three days before Barcelona fell, the Loyalist Government called out all men to help build fortifications to withstand a siege, the city was war weary and apathetic. The job was quietly sabotaged. Many evaded the draft, many worked only halfheartedly. In the last few days before the fall, many Rebel sympathizers...
...showers set off by photoelectric eyes; towel-less drying in warm air currents. A more immediate pleasure on opening day was afforded by about 5,000 square feet of interior murals done by WPA artists under the direction of many-minded Hilaire Hiler (pronounced Hillair Hyler), one of the wonder boys of modern decoration. A onetime saxophone player who drifted from the University of Pennsylvania to Berlin, from Berlin to Paris, Hiler fell to painting in the '20's and became good so fast that Parisian night clubs like the Jungle, the Grand Duke, the Jockey...
Clinging to this unseen, vertical barrier, they might have been little animals-silver mosquitoes on a screen, countless miniature human beings, struggling to keep from falling and at the same moment stare at a great wonder, clutching at the bare face of a cliff to find support where there was not a root or weed to grasp. There was the momentary retention of position in the sphere of the light, then the same abrupt relaxation of their unaccountable grip and the rapid descent as in the lives of men he had read about, like Shelley, perhaps, or Chatterton...