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Word: breakfasting (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...baseball stadium last Sunday presented an unusual sight. Before an altar, built between centre field and second base, stood 105 brides in white gowns, white veils, 105 bridegrooms in blue suits. In St. James Basilica that morning they had received Holy Communion. In the Wind sor Hotel they ate breakfast, signed marriage registers. On the baseball field they heard a sermon by Most Rev. George's Gauthier, Archbishop-Coadjutor of Montreal. A dynamic, youngish priest whom they all knew, Father Henri Roy, celebrated a nuptial mass after 105 priests made the couples men and wives. Then, in 105 automobiles...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: Jocists to Altar | 7/31/1939 | See Source »

...begins the day at 8 o'clock, digesting thoroughly the daily papers. Breakfast is a political meeting, with the cartoonist, his wife, and his two young daughters threshing out the news. After breakfast he walks to his roomy, book-lined studio where with much pacing and squirming and pipe-smoking, he struggles to express a complex idea in a few vivid lines and a brief, usually wry, caption. The final drawing is done rapidly with a fine brush...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Nuisance | 7/3/1939 | See Source »

...Okay, wise guy, so I suppose you'd take a five-time spin every morning before breakfast...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 6/14/1939 | See Source »

...illustrations for Tennyson's poems (his musical setting to Tennyson's Tears, Idle Tears, sung in a high thin voice, was long a tear-jerker). He was a prodigious letter writer, in Rome used to rise at four or five o'clock, write 35 letters before breakfast. In his Villa Tennyson at San Remo he died...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Slushypipp | 6/12/1939 | See Source »

...breakfast time she found the sun had painted a pale glow over the downs and the sea moved in a light that somehow was more like silver than gold. But those rolling downs! Nowhere call there by another green quite like their shade in late May. A pastel tint, they lay, deepening the bollows to a hunter emerald. So she made garden throughout the morning, busy with tulip and dahlia tubers, hollybook plants to draw the bees, and the bitter tansy. The grocery boy came by with news of a herring run down at the Gut. He sniffed. "Seems like...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 6/5/1939 | See Source »

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