Word: catchings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Hull bowed (no curtsy) to the visitors. Animated talk began. They all boarded the train, rumbled through the night toward Washington. In Pennsylvania, the pilot train was halted with a hotbox, streaked at 85 m.p.h. to try to catch the royal train at Washington. It was eight minutes late and all the ace correspondents who had trailed Their Majesties across Canada missed their first meeting with the Roosevelts...
...authorities set British monthly plane replacement capacity at 600, professionals say it is closer to 240. They admit, however, that the British production rate is rising. But, while the British may have solved some of their production problems since Munich, the professionals doubt that Royal Air Force expansion will catch up with German replacement capacity...
...that gave her the chance she wanted. Soon she was stumping all over upper New York State. She was husky and exuberant, she needed a cause, and the pay left her something to send home. She used to get up at five or six in the morning to catch the milk train and loved it. She loved the rough-&-tumble arguments she got into, the job of talking down the mayor and the local minister and the village trustees until they let her speak. In one town she always got a contribution from a rich old woman who said...
...true sense, an historian," but rather "a collector of details--a hard working, conscientious gatherer of economic facts." Usher has done an excellent job in Ec. 133 (where I happen to have heard him) in tracing the pattern of economic development, and Mr. Bunde's failure to catch even a glimmering reflection of this pattern in the undergraduate course would indicate an aberration into adolescence on his part, quite in contrast with the incisive maturity of his judgments elsewhere. Professor Usher cuts loose from the conventional, integrated, year-by-year study of economic history, for the greater fission of economic...
...just walked in, laid his stick and gloves on the board table and said, 'Well, let us proceed to business, gentlemen,' and somehow the examiners thought he was the banker's lawyer and the lawyers thought he was an examiner until he got up to catch an edition. Someone then asked him, 'And whom do you represent?' 'Hearst's Chicago American,' my old man said and bowed...