Word: companions
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Seat 15, sat an elderly lady; the very model of a Savoyard aunt or mother-in-law; one whom time had passed by in its fast flight, and left in the twilight of bygone days, a little unknowing. After the first act, she remarked to her companion, "It is lovely, isn't it? I wonder what Mr. Sullivan is composing now?" Whereat Professor Kittredge turned and said, "My dear lady, Mr. Sullivan is no longer composing, but decomposing...
...battle hymns of such gentlemen as Mr. Lund and Mr. Harriman have little place in the picture today. They sound too much like the alarm drums of special privilege, aroused by the determination of a nation to regain mastery over itself and to establish industrial freedom as a companion to our political freedom." Such shadow-boxing was only a foretaste of the A. F. of L. convention at which President Green was primed to denounce all those who dared to block Labor's advance as enemies of NRA, traitors to the U. S. Recovery Strikes- More serious than word...
Priestley enthusiasts will not find Wonder Hero quite such a good companion as his earlier novels, but if they are real Priestley enthusiasts they will like it. Others may consider that Author Priestley has hit an easy mark and is jumping on a man of straw when he is down. Everybody will recognize Wonder Hero as both an entertaining and a moral tale. Charlie Habble was a perfectly ordinary young Midlander except for two things: he had no girl and he had a job. His job was on the night shift of a chemical plant: he had to keep awake...
...inappropriate to relate here a little incident which occurred shortly after. Lowell had just finished his opening address to the Freshman class. A roar of hand-clapping accompanied him from the New Lecture Hall platform. Shaking his head with wonted vigor, the President grinned, and remarked to a companion, "Apparently the Freshmen don't think any less...
Twenty-three years ago, a hunting companion shot off Clarence Charest's right arm. Forced to give up his favorite game, baseball, he took up tennis. When serving, he holds the ball in his hand, throws it up with the same motion of his arm that carries the racquet back, whacks it smartly with an efficient tackhammer motion. He keeps a second ball in his pocket, a third on the ground back of baseline. He rarely needs the second ball. Now 50, an able Washington lawyer, he won the Veterans' Championship for the first time...