Word: clubmen
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Playing the University Club yesterday afternoon on the Linden Street Courts, the Varsity Squash Team A continued their winning streak by downing the Clubmen five...
...three years in the White House he was still the master stumpster of 1932 who could sway a crowd or a country with his vibrant voice, his buoyant words. He denounced Republican prosperity; he mocked Herbert Hoover (without naming him); he had at his old enemies, the bankers, rich clubmen, budget balancers and the Cassandras of national insolvency; he skipped his failures, harped on his successes; he made hopeful headlines about declining expenditures hereafter. And above all he seemed to have a thoroughly good time. Excerpts from his speech: "I am happy to be in Georgia. I am proud...
...cotton would be selling at today if during these past three years we had continued to produce 15 or 16 or 17 million bales each year, adding to our own surplus, adding to the world surplus, and driving the cotton farmers of the South into bankruptcy and starvation. Suffering Clubmen. "I can realize that gentlemen in well-warmed and well-stocked clubs will discourse on the expenses of government and the suffering that they are going through because the Government is spending money for work relief. I wish I could take some of these men out on the battle line...
Boyd's City Dispatch of Manhattan has been in the wholesale name business for 105 years. To salesmen and promoters it sells long lists of wealthy widows, clubmen, semi-millionaires, millionaires, multimillionaires and plain rich people. Last week Boyd's City Dispatch mailed out to its clients Bulletin 68-the latest name-list quotations. For $200 an energetic advertising manager can get the names of 14,441 people in New York City worth $100,000 or more. A batch of 721 multimillionaires costs $15, the wealthiest widows of Greater New York (1,172), $20. For $17.50 a buyer...
...might-have-beens assure each other of what they might be doing now. Beacon Hill-climbers rub their barked shins unseen and unmolested. Literary figures of other days talk stridently of what they could be writing. Yonder the Great Lover is educating Radcliffe, while a nearby group of almost-clubmen watch him with scornful interest. Frustration wanders quietly from booth to booth, barely perceptible through the fumes of smoke and noise and liquor...