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Word: callings (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Frank S. Hewitt Jr., is eleven years of age and in the 6th grade. His class has what they call "The Story Tellers Club." Last month the club was called on by the teacher to write a short original narrative poem, and the enclosed is Frank Jr.'s contribution...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Jun. 12, 1939 | 6/12/1939 | See Source »

...drive-in, curb-service restaurants pay their 300 waitresses more money, cover them up. "Those girls wear shorts or grass skirts, rain or shine." said the union's Jack Parm-ley. "Why, their clothing is next to noth-ing." He set a time limit, said he might then call a strike for a clothed shop...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Next to Nothing | 6/12/1939 | See Source »

...Nazis call their literary brand "steel romanticism" to distinguish it from the foggy fervors of the traditional German romantics. Pet bugbear of Nazi writers is "Jewish realism and intellectualism." Their pet ideal is an Aryan hero who does not yet exist. On paper he is: 1) an individual only in the sense that he is one of a blood community; 2) close to the soil, because his blood community has lived close to it for generations; 3) perfectly poised between these poles of blood and soil, so that his actions are always determined by them, but appear to be instinctive...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Blood-thinking | 6/5/1939 | See Source »

...Wyoming will leave from the Boston Navy Yard with R. O. T. C. students on June 17 and will return to that point on July 16. Ports of call will be Havana, Charleston, and new York City. Members of the faculty who wish to apply for the cruise must communicate with Captain Chester H. J. Keppler...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Naval Science Cruise | 6/5/1939 | 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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