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...feel it incumbent on ourselves to confess a slight preference for slinky evening dresses. However, we have always desired to see certain girls in evening dresses that are slinky about the hips and fluffy about the shoulders, and certain other girls in gowns which are fluffy about the hips and slinky about the shoulders. Other girls, of course, we should prefer not to wear evening gowns...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Clothes Make the Woman, Says Vogue; Turns to Crimson for Ideas on Dress | 9/28/1935 | See Source »

This morning the Vagabond has the privilege to suggest that if there are those old ones who would like to feast at the table of one of the most musical of philosophers they follow him to Emerson F at 12 where Professor Whitehead luctures. The Vagabond must confess he has attended these lectures for nearly three years. He still doesn't understand. But then again, as the philosophers themselves say, philosophy is a chase and the joy is in the running...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 9/28/1935 | See Source »

...afternoon last week as the price of silver was falling below 66¢ per oz. to its lowest point in four months, Secretary of the Treasury Morgenthau passed some hot, bedevilled hours. Finally at 6 p. m. he called newshawks into his office to confess...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE CABINET: Something on Silver | 8/26/1935 | See Source »

...good-humored elderly aunt by adopting them. Little Elizabeth's diversions of frolicking about with her pony and duck, teasing the English butler, dancing and singing in amateur theatricals are thereafter interrupted only once. This is when her older sister and her guardian, being too inhibited to confess their love for each other of their own accord, make it necessary for Elizabeth to break the ice between them...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: The New Pictures: Aug. 12, 1935 | 8/12/1935 | See Source »

Lying on his cot in the white glare, Anacleto was suddenly terrified to hear, softly, susurringly, as if from the Beyond, the voice of his dead friend. "Tit me mataste, Anacleto," came the spectral murmur. "You killed me. I am Areo's ghost. You had better confess, Anacleto. You killed me. . . ." Frenzied, bewildered, Anacleto stood it two days, two nights. Then he leaped up screaming: "I'm guilty! I'm guilty! I'm guilty!" A police stenographer rushed in and got a full confession...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Voice from Beyond | 7/1/1935 | See Source »

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