Word: barks
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...jowled fellow, of the type that appeals to Postmaster General Farley. His newspaper experience was largely gained as an Associated Pressman in Washington. His business now is to jolly the Press along, see that the "boys" obey the White House rules on quoting and not quoting the President, bark out his angry displeasure at those who do not play his game. For those who dance to his piping he frequently finds good jobs as pressagents in various Government bureaus. He is also given credit for conceiving the President's "fireside" broadcasts and arranging them at such intervals as to maintain...
...WITH THEIR HEADS!?Peggy Bacon?McBride ($3). Though Peggy Bacon is little known to the U. S. at large, Manhattan intelligentsiacs have for years oh-ed and ahed in front of her malicious black-&-white portraits. Like all good caricaturists, her bite is worse than her bark. This collection of 39 caricatures of prominent U. S. figures shows Artist Bacon at her best, her victims at their worst. A literate craftswoman (she versifies with skill), Artist Bacon supplements her sketches with verbal notes, sometimes as acidly to the point as the finished drawing. Some of them...
...Progressives into a bloc. Never sympathetic to the Hoover administration, he became its increasingly vehement critic as the Depression deepened. Early in the Depression he introduced a bill for a $5,000,000,000 bond issue to pay for a public works program. Following its defeat he continued to bark unceasingly at the Presidential heels for a positive relief program. Having lined up behind President Roosevelt, he sponsored but one notable piece of New Deal legislation: Senate Bill No. 3744, to set up a "Federal Monetary Authority" under which the Treasury would take
...briefly to life, died a second and final death. The third dog, which like its predecessors, has been put to death clinically and revived by chemical and mechanical means, did better (TIME, April 30 et seq.). Slowly Dog No. 3 learned to crawl, sit up on its haunches, eat, bark, snap flies. Last week it was eating 12 oz. of meat per day. But it could not stand alone, did not behave like the normal mongrel terrier it had once been. Lean, jet-haired Dr. Robert E. Cornish concluded that a taste of death had irreparably injured its brain...
...rate as this news hound journeyed past Gales Ferry where the Yale football team had taken over the crow headquarters for their own use, noted more activity than was usual in New England on the Lord's Day. Perhaps he heard the bark of signals; perhaps the thud of boot on taut pigskin; perhaps the creaking of the tackling dummy. In any event his curiosity was aroused and he started to investigate...