Word: chats
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...disturb Mrs. Harris or Mrs. Templeton. Old Mrs. Harris remembered her big house in Tennessee whence the family had moved West. She took a quiet interest in the doings of her grandchildren, Victoria, Ronald, Adelbert. She was glad when Mrs. Rosen came over from next door to have a chat. When Mrs. Harris felt that she was going to die. she accepted this fact also with the wise fortitude which her daughter and granddaughter would have to await their own senility to acquire...
...most complete one in the States." More profound and more profitable than Author Priestley's knowledge of U. S. idiom is his knowledge of how to give unreal characters an air of reality by letting them sit down in out-of-the-way places to chat about everyday matters like sex, communism, the cinema, debauchery, patriotism, honesty. The ramblings of Author Priestley's invention are limitless. They make Faraway what one of Author Priestley's seafaring men might call a "scrumdoolious" chronicle, even more higgledy-piggledy than the study which is still waiting for William Dursley after 450 pages...
Three hours after dark the Myth II dropped her hook off Marblehead. "Howdy, Colonel!" exclaimed Governor Roosevelt next morning when mousey little Edward Mandell House went aboard for a cockpit chat. A fair breeze whiffed the Myth II around Cape Ann, carrying her snugly into Portsmouth harbor. "Wonderful! Perfectly grand! Simply splendid," bubbled Cruiser Roosevelt & crew at the end of their 300-mi. voyage...
...Having been cut at the present Conference by all the U. S. Delegates, Comrade Litvinov enjoyed smirking: "My Government favors complete disarmament, it favors partial disarmament, it favors qualitative, quantitative and real disarmament of every kind." (That day U. S. Delegate Senator Swanson so far unbent as to chat for two minutes with Red Litvinov...
...Vannie") Higgins, 34, leading Brooklyn racketeer; shot to death while returning with his family from a tap & strut dancing exhibition by his 7-year-old daughter; in Brooklyn. Mrs. Higgins said her husband had been fired upon by two gangster-laden sedans but police believed he had stopped to chat with two friends who suddenly opened fire. Questioned by Police Lieutenant McGowan, Racketeer Higgins replied: "Don't bother me, Mac. I'm sick." Just before he died he mumbled: "I've got to live. .. . Gotta straighten this out. . . . They tried to wipe out my whole family...