Word: authorative
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...which face each other across teeming Nanking Road. Two hundred and twenty people were killed and mangled. And had the ghastly scene been directed in a Hollywood studio, the cinematography could scarcely have been handled better. The MARCH OF TIME'S Cameraman Harrison Forman, an aviator, explorer and author just down from Tibet, was sitting inside the Cathay when the terrifying explosion took place. The Hearst News of the Day's, Shanghai man, a daredevil called "Newsreel" Wong, was behind the counter of his camera shop, two blocks away. Universal's, George Krainukov, who had just...
Chairman of the Conference was one of the world's most respected Quakers, Dr. Rufus Matthew Jones of Haverford. Author of 40 books, longtime philosophy professor, Quaker Jones represents the broadening and liberalizing of Quaker thought which, without cooling its emotional nature, has kept the sect its self-respect. Dr. Jones, 74, is tall, pink-cheeked, white-crested, talks with the crisp accent of his native South China, Me.,, of whose Yearly Meeting he is still a member. He still lives on Haverford's cricket green, a professor emeritus, likes to watch from his window the sport which...
Died. Brig.-General Frank Percy Crozier, 58, onetime British Army officer, author of The Men I Killed, A Brass Hat in No Man's Land, etc.; at Walton-on-Thames, England. General Crozier's experiences in the wars, from which he drew his books, made him a famed, bitter pacifist. Last week as he lay dying, Army officials were soundly berating him because in his latest book, The Men I Killed, he said that in the World War British officers shot their own and Portuguese soldiers to make them fight...
...perhaps a pity, perhaps a good thing. If he had fitted perfectly into his social socket the sparks he has emitted for 40 years might well have been neither so noticeable nor so illuminating. On the other hand, Britain's cylinder might have sputtered a little less had Author Wells been firmly pressed into the national service. Pity or not, at 70* H. G. Wells remains what he has always been-a cheerful chider of human shortcomings, with one exuberant eye cocked on his fellow Englishmen. Last week he made headlines with his latest proposals to reform education...
Rowland Palace was an author who had polish and irony-and a young wife with an eye that pierced pretense. An unflattering news picture of himself set Palace pondering nervously on what people really thought about him. His considered conclusion: that every public figure should create or control the effigy of himself he showed to the world. Because he felt that Brynhild, his wife, might take a less than sympathetic view, he planned his ensuing publicity campaign in secret, with such conscience-bolstering sentiments as: "No human beings have ever really seen themselves. . . . They pose and act. They tell stories...