Word: 71st
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Thanks to a printer, a carpetmaker, a banker and a conductor, Worcester, Mass, (famed for machinery, wire and textile manufacturies) was treated last week to its 71st festival of music. Six years ago New England's oldest festival threatened to snuff out for lack of financial support. President Hamilton B. Wood of Commonwealth Press, a dabbler in musical composition, became indignant at the prospect. He won the support of keen Carpetmaker Matthew P. Whittall and Treasurer Harrison G. Taylor of the local Five Cents Savings Bank. Together these three canvassed the city for subscriptions, engaged Conductor Albert Stoessel...
Shortly after 9 o'clock one evening last week President Hoover's private telephone bell rang in the White House. It was his political secretary, Walter Hughes Newton, calling from the Capitol. Mr. Newton said that the second session of the 71st Congress would adjourn in one hour or less. The President, in dinner jacket, summoned Secretary of War Hurley and together they motored to the Capitol. Such trips to "the Hill" are pure courtesy on the President's part. There is no constitutional reason for him to sign bills before adjournment...
...tumultuous second session of the 71st Congress which began Dec. 2, 1929, came to an abrupt and noisy conclusion late one evening last week. The House membership romped away to play local politics until the next regular session in December. President Hoover promptly recalled the Senate for a special session to consider ratification of the London Naval Treaty...
Work Done. In its second session the 71st Congress...
Interviewed on his 71st birthday. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, spiritualist, detective-story writer, testily told newshawks that Sherlock Holmes, his most famed character, was "definitely dead." "I've done with him," he said. "To tell the truth, I'm rather tired of hearing myself described as the author of Sherlock Holmes. One would think that I had written nothing but detective stories."* Asked if there was a prototype for his celebrated sleuth, said he: "Most certainly there was. He was an Edinburgh doctor under whom I studied. He had an uncanny gift of drawing large inferences from small...