Word: banging
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Featherlight, the tale gets going when Jupiter's bang-crash arrival on earth- he forgot the law of gravitation-brings it home to him that assuming human simplicity is going to be a very complicated process. To gain Alcmena he has to sacrifice his wistful whim to be loved for himself alone. Husbandly attention Alcmena welcomes, lover's desire she abhors. "Desire is a half-god," she affirms. "Let's leave the half-gods to the adolescent girls and the casually married." In the battle of wits and wills between the omnipotent god and the constant matron...
...series of progressive trades starting with a very old Ford. He went to the University of South Dakota, did graduate work at Minnesota and University of Chicago, became an assistant professor at Yale, went to California in 1928. He is married, has two children. He plays a bang-up game of tennis, not hesitating to take on a onetime Harvard tennis captain. He enjoys good food and drink and his favorite San Francisco restaurant is Pierre's. Last commencement he received kudos from three institutions-Stevens Institute of Technology, Princeton, Yale...
Fawcett colleagues trace this most cultural of the 20 Fawcett Publications to "Captain Billy's" own life. His schooling ended in the grades, was continued in extensive travels and omnivorous reading. In 1932 he divorced red-headed Antoinette Fisher Fawcett who had helped make his Whiz Bang sizzle. She immediately bought the smutty Calgary Eye Opener with her alimony...
...fiction sales records, as reported up to last week, have been made. Only reasonable was it also that such sales should arouse the envy of magazine publishers. In the past fortnight two veteran publishers from opposite poles invaded the psychoanalytical & adult education field. One was the defunct Whiz-Bang's Publisher Wilford H. ("Captain Billy") Fawcett, the other the defunct Literary Digest's Wilfred John Funk...
Sneaking out of Chicago, the Vagabond spent the weekend traversing Missouri and Kansas and annoying farmers in Model T's and roadside cows with bits of dynamite that went "Bang!" and sometimes "Bang! Bang!" or just "Phfft!" Safe in Colorado Springs, he cheated the most ritzy hotel out of fifty cents for the use of their tennis courts. He headed for what he thought was Albuquerque and grew excited when two girls waved at him from a train that was chugging up a mountain. He followed the train sixty miles, only to discover he was going East...