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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Died. Charles Robert Crisp, 66, long-time (1896, 1913-32) Democratic Representative from Georgia; of complications following a paralytic stroke; at Americus...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Milestones, Feb. 15, 1937 | 2/15/1937 | See Source »

Appointed House Parliamentarian by his father, the late Speaker Charles Frederick Crisp, and by the late Speaker Champ Clark, he wrote the standard Manual & Digest of the Rules of the House of Representatives...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Milestones, Feb. 15, 1937 | 2/15/1937 | See Source »

...when his king & country called, wrote Britain's first War best-seller (The First Hundred Thousand), has written 22 books, all of them displaying a school- masterly healthy mind. His latest, a cheery tale of big doings at an English boys' school, is served up cool but crisp, with a slight sogginess inside, like British toast. Housemaster should please the large U. S. audience of Anglophiles. Worst thing anyone could say about the author and its creatures is that they are all good chaps...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Mr. Chips & Chaps | 2/15/1937 | See Source »

...play, the prose passages of which are written by Mr. Isherwood, a young British author who has won some fame as translator of Bandelaire's journals and as the creator of one of the nastiest characters in contemporary fiction. Despite the high rhetoric of the verse, and the crisp, business-like tone of the prose, the play is essentially unsuccessful, at least in the study. Whether it may act well is another question, which one may be disposed to doubt. The chief character is Michael Ransom, a young archaeologist, who is hired by the British Government to explore the peak...

Author: By W. E. H., | Title: CRIMSON BOOKSHELF | 2/8/1937 | See Source »

...braced, toes hooked under a crossbar. The tiller jerks and trembles in your hands, intensifying your sensation of speed. A few inches beneath you is the ice, now white and granular, now slick as black glass, racing by to the singing of the wind in your rigging and the crisp cutting sound of the sharp-bladed runners. You put your nose down into your muffler to catch a warm breath-the wind has you gasping and your cheeks feel shaved by the Z in Zero. Hard into the tall sail overhead smashes a fresh gust and up, up come your...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Ice Yachting | 2/8/1937 | See Source »

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