Word: dears
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Sirs: I have forwarded the following letter to Mr. Stephen Early, Public Relations Secretary to President Roosevelt. It speaks for itself. My Dear Mr. Early...
First of all, as to the tale, dear to preachers' hearts, that Tischendorf rescued the precious vellum leaves from a waste basket, as they were being used to kindle a fire. . . . Vellum is a form of leather, you know; and can you imagine any one's kindling a fire with leather? And did you never smell burning shoes...
...Bailie's own explanation of his resignation, as contained in a letter to Mr. Morgenthau, was all innocence. Wrote he: "Dear Henry. . . . When you first asked me to come down to Washington ... I told you that I could do so only on a temporary basis; that one of my then senior partners, Mr. Henry Seligman, was not in good health. . . . Needless to say, I regret very much having to pull out. . . . I have had a grand time working with you and it has been a privilege which I shall not forget. ... As you know, when Mr. Seligman died...
...silver, if only because a soft answer sometimes turneth away radicals. Arkansas' Robinson, Democratic leader of the Senate, might announce (as he did), "My personal opinion is there will be no silver legislation in the near future." But the President could not afford to ignore a subject so dear to the heart of Congress. It was indicated that if necessary the President would have Senator Pat Harrison of Mississippi introduce a White House silver proposal. Such inflationist outcries as were heard came chiefly from the Senators and Representatives of the six large silver-producing states,* where remonetization of silver...
...most sociable meal of the day, usually lasting two or three hours, at Yale it is a delirium. Why, the other morning I was walking along Elm street with an elderly lady, when we observed several students rushing towards the Old Campus after breakfast. 'Look at those poor, dear boys with their tongues hanging out,' sympathized the old lady. "Those aren't tongues, those are griddle cakes,' I informed her." --Yale Alumni Weekly...