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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Franklin Roosevelt was having breakfast in bed and newshawks were already clamoring at the White House offices when Valet McDuffie brought him Mr. Van Devanter's message. If he made a grimace, only Valet McDuffie knows. He called for a piece of paper and scribbled an answer. "May I as one who has had the privilege of knowing you for many years, extend to you every good wish. Before you leave Washington for the summer it would give me great personal pleasure if you would come in to see me"-polite, noncommittal, frigid. Unlike most similar letters...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Justice Retired | 5/31/1937 | See Source »

General Booth had cut short a world tour, hastened from the Orient to London. Soon Commissioner Mapp took to his bed with high blood pressure, and his superior caused it to be announced that he was taking an extended furlough because of ill health. Commissioner Mapp, however, as if calling a bluff, demanded, under Army rules, a hearing before a secret court of inquiry. The five-officer court unanimously convicted Commissioner Mapp of whatever charges General Booth had brought against him. and gossips said that those charges involved "a woman." Indignant Commissioner Mapp announced he would sue for defamation...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: Mapp Out | 5/31/1937 | See Source »

...General Headquarters Air Force-430 officers, 2,500 men, 244 planes, divided into attacking and defending armadas, had begun to bomb the horned toads and rattlesnakes off the desert bed of Muroc Dry Salt Lake in inland California...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: ARMY & NAVY: War Games | 5/24/1937 | See Source »

...Germany it was 2 a.m. when the telephone tinkled by Adolf Hitler's bed at his mountain nook at Berchtesgaden. After he heard that Germany's greatest transport pride was no more, he paced his room nightlong, too upset to say anything...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Transport: Oh, the Humanity! | 5/17/1937 | See Source »

Jackson Whitlow took to his bed. Last week, when he passed his 50th day of fasting (but drinking water), his 137 Ibs. had wasted to 97, his intestines were bleeding and two doctors who vainly urged him to eat predicted he would die anyway. Someone wrote him a postcard...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: In Stooping Oak | 5/10/1937 | See Source »

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