Word: cabined
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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After 15 U. S. concerts Ruth Slenczynski, chubby nine-year-old pianist, sailed for Paris last week with a cabin full of books and flowers, a string of pearls given her by the San Francisco Orchestra Association (TIME, Jan. 29), a diamond brooch which an excited New York lady had pinned on her for luck and a $75,000 contract for next season. Ruth bounced along the ship's corridors shaking hands with stewards and bellhops, telling everyone she met that she was on the way home to see her mother and two little sisters. Father Slenczynski talked about...
Wrestling Bradford should have married Plentiful Tewke. Her father, Praise-God Tewke, told him so in the first act, set in front of a log-cabin church. But Plentiful (Contralto Gladys Swarthout) wanted to take a maiden's time and Wrestling was impatient. Pretty Marigold Sandys (Goeta Ljungberg) came to Quincy with the giddy Cavaliers. They were bent on building a Maypole, dancing on the Holy Sabbath, an offense not half so shocking to Wrestling Bradford as the fact that Marigold intended to marry Sir Gower Lackland (Tenor Edward Johnson). The wedding was half over when Wrestling strode grimly...
Ramrod-straight, Major General Blanton Winship, U. S. A. retired, marched up the gangplank of the steamer Coamo in Manhattan last week, quietly retired to his cabin to settle himself for the four-day voyage to Puerto Rico. There he was to take over the job of Governor which had proved too politically hot for Robert Hayes Gore (TIME, Jan. 22). The one-time Judge Advocate General of the Army smilingly told newshawks that he had nothing to say about his new post. But a fellow-passenger, who had also just landed a big Puerto Rican job, said plenty...
...that illustrate it. Among its gory snapshots of corpses cluttering the snow, frozen into the many awkward postures of Death, one stands out as the most ghastly yet published in any war book. It is labeled an execution in Kazan. Backed against the rough-hewn wall of a log cabin eleven men, most in underclothes, barefoot, one half-naked, are standing in the snow. The volley (whose echo Authoress Yurlova compares to "an immensely swift flight of pigeons across the yard") has just crashed. The camera's shutter has caught the eleven bullet-riddled victims...
...notorious outlaw-at-large, said he fired the machine gun, suspected the horn was honked by his woman, gun-toting, cigar-smoking Bonnie Parker. Next day posses bagged only one flown jailbird. Convict J. B. French, panting a few minutes ahead of prison bloodhounds, ran for refuge into the cabin of a Negro farmer. The Negro covered him with a shotgun, held him until bloodhounds bayed at the door...