Word: apts
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...turn out in his illegible longhand a smooth, 1,200-word column in two hours). Afternoons he rides, fishes, plays golf (fairly), tennis (better), or referees a polo game for his Long Island friends (see cut, p. 45). In the private matter of personal friends, he is more apt to be on intimate terms with Morgan partners than with union leaders. He is himself a member of a union, the American Newspaper Guild, but has paid no dues since it voted to join...
...Charles Armstrong of the U. S. Public Health service who last year found that the spraying of Alabama children's noses with alum did some good in preventing infantile paralysis. Half-a-dozen teams operated in Omaha last week. These teams soon found that metal tipped atomizers are apt to Injure the nostrils of young children, who jerk and sneeze when treated. Children of ten to twelve don't squirm so much. In general, however, the method is still too bothersome and unproved for most doctors and parents to attempt, unless Dr. Peet, as he is trying...
...fillip the contest had given to its sales, Lorillard confounded almost all observers by announcing this week a "bigger & better" contest. For a list of prizes totaling $250,000. Old Gold fans will be invited to strain their brains, not on puzzles this time, but on the invention of apt repartee bringing up Old Golds on every occasion...
Though Bramah characters are, almost invariably, excruciatingly polite no matter what their feelings, they occasionally break into such plain-&-fancy cussing as "Thou concave-eyed and mentally bed-ridden offspring of a bald-seated she-dog!" Their chief delight, however, is in apt aphorisms: ''Two resolute men acting in concord may transform an Empire, but an ordinarily resourceful duck can escape from a dissentient rabble"; "To regard all men as corrupt is wise, but to attempt to discriminate among their various degrees of iniquity is both foolish and discourteous...
When a French author is looking for a thoroughly sombre background he is apt to pick that part of France-better known as the provinces-which is not Paris. Claude starts off with as much gloomy naturalism as the drabbest of them, and for the first 50 pages a normally cheerful reader may turn up his coat collar, wish it would stop raining. But if he perseveres beyond this chilling introduction he will soon feel such warming rays as will make his coat unnecessary. By book's end he will have been acclimatized to the varied weather...