Word: dears
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Dear TIME, nevertheless-though one now and then is moved to differ with your estimates made or implied-you are great reading. . . . One would not be without you, for so a little one way up in the top of a sycamore tree can see the world...
...Dancers (Fox). When Phillips Holmes finds his boyhood sweetheart (Lois Moran) teaching school in a small French town, she confesses to him that she has not lived up to the inscription she once wrote on her photograph: "I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not honour more." Holmes, however, has been true to her. A fair thematic idea knits up this otherwise silly and incoherent picture. All is based on an old story of Sir Gerald Du Maurier. All is distinctly British in tone and notable only for the first appearance in talking pictures of Mrs. Patrick...
...enclosed was written by my mother-in-law, Mary P. C. Staples, and I have her permission to send it to you to be published if you care to use it. Mrs. Staples is an elderly woman, to whom Westport and everything connected with it is very dear. Her family and her husband's have been identified with the town since it was settled. They now belong to the older and conservative element in the town, but are just as quick to resent any reflection on the community as the new residents could...
...result of Acting President Brett's election was to settle the origin of "I'd die for dear old Rutgers." He was captain of the football team which played Princeton in 1892, the game in which the speech-long attributed to Captain Brett and various other members of the team -originated. Last week the Rutgers Alumni Association announced that credit for the brave words should be given to the late Frank Kingsley Grant, Class of 1895, who broke his leg while leading a flying wedge on the first kickoff. Prostrate upon the field, Footballer Grant philosophically remarked that...
Events are born as journalism, die as history. Journalist Mark Sullivan's Our Times is an attempt to delay the process, or at least to arrange the corpse's limbs decently before rigor mortis sets in. Journalist Sullivan knew the dear departed well, arranges the lights and shadows with a friendly and discriminating hand. This third volume of his big work (there will be two more) covers the years...