Word: bossing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...live oaks, hacking out deadwood, and "Bertie," the cook, bustled about the kitchen "fixin' company dinner"; while Mrs. Ettie Garner tended her correspondence in the little office-house in the back yard; in the Garner garage Uvalde's garageman, Ross Brumfield, for 20 years the "Boss's" hunting companion, stowed away hunting gear in Mr. Garner's 1926 Chevrolet roadster-only car the wealthy banker-cattleman owns...
Last week Hey wood Broun wrote his final column for the New York World-Telegram. It was a farewell to dapper little Roy Howard, who had been his boss for almost twelve years. Said Broun, polite as always, though he dictated from his bed in a Manhattan hotel, where he lay ill with grippe: "There were fights, frenzies, some praise and a lot of dough, and a good deal of fun in my relationship with Roy." Said Roy Howard, also polite, in a note appended to Broun's column: "Heywood was occasionally a bit of a headache. But like...
Sweden, which used to boss the Baltic and lick the Russians pretty regularly until Napoleon persuaded Denmark and Russia to gang up on her in 1808, joined Finland in mining the Gulf of Bothnia to keep the Red Navy out and Finland's supply lines open. Forty thousand more men were mobilized, bringing Sweden's armed forces to 150,000. The fortress of Boden, at the head of the Gulf of Bothnia, was reinforced with reserves. Here was the greatest Russian threat to Sweden, marked by the steady progress of a Russian column across Finland toward Tornio...
...some three years mountainous Columnist Heywood Broun has been feuding with his little boss, Roy Howard, president and editor of the New York World-Telegram. It all started when Editor Howard turned against the New Deal, leaving Broun to go his leftish way alone. The World-Telegram began to cut, edit and omit Broun columns. Broun hit back at Roy Howard in his own paper, wrote an indignant piece about him for The New Republic...
Twenty years ago, high up over Wall Street, an early-bird office boy named Martin Block used to tear a page off Owen D. Young's calendar every morning, turn on the office ozone machine, then listen to earfuls of advice (8:55 to 9) from the big boss himself. Nowadays Martin Block, the dapper $50,000-a-year impresario, prizes that advice highly. "I had better than a college education," he reflects. "I had five minutes a day, six days a week, two and a half years with Owen D. Young...