Word: authors
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Janizary Tom Corcoran, whom Raymond Moley introduced to palace councils, appears as a perennial sophomore. Author Moley blandly notes a private talk with Corcoran. Said Corcoran, explaining how he would get around Franklin Roosevelt's implied promise to put the late Joe Robinson on the Supreme Court: ". . . There aren't any binding promises in politics. There isn't any binding law. You just know that the strongest side wins...
Quoting that line without naming its author, Scripps-Howard Columnist Raymond Clapper sizzled: "I think it is very much to the point to be thinking of our skins-at least to be thinking of those American families whose sons would have to risk their skins." Into the Congressional Record went the Clapper column, six pages after Franklin Roosevelt...
...steatopygia - an accumulation of fat on the posterior - which appears in the females of some primitive human types, and which probably helped some women of the Glacial Period to keep warm when skimpier males crowded them from the fire. Hooton "apologizes" for his drawings thus: "Amateur illustration by an author is like profanity in conversation. It probably serves no useful purpose and certainly is shocking and objectionable to many, but the perpetrator enjoys...
...seen action on any front last week. Ernest Hemingway was at his ranch in Montana, working on a new book. Vincent Sheean was in Manhattan, awaiting the birth of a child to his English wife. Pierre van Paassen, onetime Toronto Star correspondent in Spain, author of the bestseller, Days of Our Years, was on board the U. S. liner Manhattan, bound for New York...
...Lately, Author MacDonnell has gained notice for himself (and bank) by a blank-verse stand against isolation: "For twelve months past we have called Great Britain coward, traitor, dolt, because she did not jump into a war. We chalked her down a third-rate power, we pilloried appeasement, we covered her with lavish scorn-too old and dead to fight; and when at last she draws the sword, we turn our backs...