Word: aug
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Sirs: Your ''spitting image" (TIME, Aug. 30. p. 11), which is meaningless, should have been "spit an' image." You doubtless have interpreted what you have heard "spittin' image," and, being punctilious, have supplied the g. You may supply the d for an', too, if you wish. Saliva, like blood, breath, etc., has been regarded, by many peoples of the world, as having supernatural potency, and, of course, intimately associated with one's being. In the folk-mythology of both hemispheres, saliva is often associated with conception. It is reported that among the Gypsies...
...seven weeks and began running profitable races before the paint was dry on the grandstand. Taking 62% of all bets made, besides gate receipts and concessions, Narragansett piled up a clear profit of $507,000 for 1935, which made it financially the best track in the U. S. (TIME, Aug...
...inevitable conclusion that it was all the fault of the New Deal. Last month Stock Exchange President Charles R. Gay took the unprecedented step of warning the Securities & Exchange Commission that the thinness of trading, resulting directly from, market regulation, would in time produce "abnormal market conditions" (TIME, Aug. 30). Last week President Gay's gloom seemed justified indeed...
Ugliest animal in The Bronx, according to Messrs. Ditmars & Bridges, is Clarence, the wart hog, whose keeper stoutly defends him as "the nicest animal in the zoo." Rarest animal is the new okapi (TIME, Aug. 10). Now that Dr. Ditmars has it, what he wants most is an Australian earth worm twelve feet long...
Like The New Yorker's talented one-time lead-off man, E. B. White (TIME, Aug. 16), James Thurber is no longer a member of the staff, is wandering quietly through Europe. Master of the familiar, walk-do-not-run-to-the-exit style, Funnyman Thurber writes with a sad, lucid patience perfectly matched by his underdone drawings. For bringing earnest balloons to earth or dissolving reason in a clap of blankness, James Thurber has few contemporary equals. Nervous himself, he evidently has lost patience with the recent deluge of small volumes popularizing psychiatry. The series...