Word: corridors
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Detroit's Hotel Statler, John L. Lewis shook his bushy head and sat up in bed to take his medicine. His secretary put a spoonful in his mouth. Mr. Lewis swallowed and made a face. He had influenza. Shortly a man left the sickroom. Newshawks in the corridor crowded around him asking, "How are things going?" The answer was curt: "Things are getting hot." To newshawks patroling the corridor all evening it seemed that the heating took a long time...
Visitors came and went. Midnight came, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock. The newshawks in the corridor tried to encourage one another by saying that they thought that the voices in the sickroom were not so loud. Someone even thought he heard laughter. Finally the door opened. Out came Michigan's Governor Frank Murphy, his red hair awry, his face haggard. The Department of Labor's conciliator, James Francis Dewey, followed, his plump jowls sagging with fatigue. General Motors' Lawyer-Vice President John Thomas Smith emerged smiling. Newshawks trooped after them to the elevator...
...time Mayor Angelo Rossi appeared, listened to the arguments and promptly cast his vote in favor of the statue. Out in the corridor an excited crowd almost mobbed Sculptor Beniamino Bufano. "Good old Benny!" they shouted. "The statue wins!" Artist Bufano, who chopped off his trigger ringer during the War, frequently sleeps in his clothes, and lives almost exclusively on nuts, is a sculptor of un questioned ability who has had a burning ambition to give San Francisco a heroic statue of her patron saint...
14th. Up early to attack my long idle books, but soon S--knocks and off with him to a strange place in the Square. Fairly pulled by S--; he has something for me to see. Two long flights of creaky stairs. Down a corridor. A sharp turn to the left, and in a small door, where the most peculiar pile of wood and metal I ever saw. Large box-like things around the room; men working with copper wire at little tables. An air of order and quiet. S--informs me these are the studios of the Harvard Forest. Laughing...
...most comfortable land transport plane. Aboard were 14 passengers, mostly bankers, bound for California and the American Bankers' Association meeting. As the plane shot west at 200 m.p.h. on a strong tail wind, they lolled on divans arranged in eight Pullman sections or walked up & down the corridor between the lavatories at the rear and the private compartment held by two of their number just aft of the cockpit. Presently the stewardess set up small tables in each section, served a hot seven-course dinner with regular silverware, crockery, linen. Some three hours later, near the first stop...