Word: boye
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...found himself alone with Sister Dolores. When the mother came upon them the girl was dead. Scratches and bruises on her made police jump to the conclusion that jealous Noel had beaten her to death with his toy airplane. But the medical examiner, Dr. George W. Ruger, absolved the boy, certified that the infant's death was due to sudden enlargement of her thymus...
Died. George Isaac Hughes, 97, Confederate veteran who attracted the attention of the American Medical Association by fathering a boy (Franklin Roosevelt Hughes) at 94 and at 96 a girl by his young second wife (TIME, Nov. 11, 1935 & June 15); at New Bern. N. C. By his first wife he had 16 other children...
Fontaine Maury Maverick dropped his first name (so he says) as a small boy, riding in a wagon up a steep hill, when the driver told him that unless he thus lightened the load they would never make the grade. Critics of New Deal Congressman Maverick assert he has dropped more than a name, accuse him of throwing over family traditions, party principles, national ideals. A literate legislator, Maury Maverick replies to this wholesale charge in a rambling, engaging, man-to-man discourse on the state of the nation and himself...
Burton Rascoe has always been a bright boy. As an urchin in Kentucky, a lad in Oklahoma, a stripling in Chicago, a young man in Manhattan he showed the same kind of promise as the Napoleonic private with a marshal's baton in his knapsack. On the U. S. literary front of 15 years ago, if they wanted a man to encourage the van or to harass the foe from the rear, Burton Rascoe was just the man. This week, when he published his long-promised reminiscences, he was no longer even a front-line sentinel. The tide...
Voluble, enthusiastic, intellectually naive, Before I Forget, especially in its earlier sections, is an appealing record of how a bright, ambitious local boy can fool the city slickers by making good. On the whole, it is a saddening commentary on the changes & chances of U. S. literary life. Burton Rascoe's 44-year-old writing is a shocking reflection on his newspaper training. Such sentences as these, though not typical, are fairly representative: "My grandmother's conversation with, and admonitions to, me were never prefaced by, or attended with, those proverbs from, or references to, the Bible, which...