Word: benning
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Coach Fred Mitchell intends to pitch his ace star Bill Lincoln against the Hanoverians tomorrow, with Tom Bilodeau returning to first base and Ben Prouty going back to the outfield to play along with Frank Owen and Bramin Gibbs...
...adversary. But not in Philadelphia. There, balloting to choose a local figure to debate with Judge Lindsey, 5,000 people overwhelmingly picked Rev. Dr. Robert Bruce Whyte, pastor of Philadelphia's biggest church, First Presbyterian. After the debate, the Philadelphians owlishly upheld their choice, handed Ben Lindsey the first defeat he ever experienced...
...shares of preferred and common stock, it has a sound, steady earnings record. Few years ago when Weston Ltd.'s youthful President Garfield Weston arrived in the U. S. seeking fresh capital, bankers were cold to his argument that Depression is the time to expand. But Ben Smith often invests in companies because he likes their personnel, and he liked Garfield Weston. At some indeterminate date, for an unrevealed price, Ben Smith bought a block of Weston stock. Last week he was bullish enough on biscuits to do something he has rarely done: accept an executive position. He became...
...years Bernard E. ("Sell 'Em Ben") Smith has been a $9-a-week brokers' clerk in Manhattan, fight promoter in Great Britain, biggest bear since Jesse Livermore, greatest bull since William Crapo Durant. The commodity in which he is always bearish is hooey. Every time President Hoover and Dr. Julius Klein said things were going to get better in 1930, the profane, pale-eyed Irishman unloaded his stocks. ("Sell 'em," said he. "They're not worth anything.") The commodity in which Ben Smith is always bullish is gold. Only U. S. director of Mclntyre Porcupine gold...
After an hour and a half of Ben Bernie's orchestra in the movie, Rudy Vallee and his Connecticut Yankees on the stage hardly shone in unrivalled brilliance. But Rudy did have a very excellent mimie with him, who stole the show, and must have exasperated his master by his innumerable encores and curtain calls. The luke-warm so-whatness of it all cheered the chippies in the third gallery; all grapefruit aside, the lay of last minstrel was more salivary than sexy...