Word: dears
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...This proposal of mine will not infringe in the slightest upon the civil or religious liberties so dear to every American. My record as Governor and as President proves my devotion to those liberties. You who know me can have no fear that I would tolerate the destruction by any branch of Government of any part of our heritage of freedom. . . . You who know me will accept my solemn assurance that in a world in which democracy is under attack, I seek to make American democracy succeed...
...have been credibly informed that Lord B. is not really a great poet, have taken a sort of dislike to him when serious and only adore him for his wit and humour. I am by no means a great poetry reader. . . ." Later it comes out that "as my dear Keats did not admire Lord Byron's poetry as many people do, it soon lost its value...
...Medical Clinic and Nursery, the party drove to Kharkov's Turbogenerator and Electric Machinery Plant. Here many workers were standing about puffing cigarets, so occupied in conversing among themselves that they scarcely noticed the Ambassadorial party. In the turbine section every worker seemed sweating for dear life on a rush order. At the stately Kharkov "House of Pioneers," the Ambassador asked what it was before and was told "The House of Nobles...
Slang, not the weak, evasive variety, but the short, vibrant phrases, bitten off neatly, inseparably linked with a harsh nasal drawl, and dear to every trans-Mississippi heart, such slang will set, many a pair of ears tingling. Frightened men are no longer gravely alarmed; they have the hell scared out of them. Superlatives are no longer the acme of this or that; they are the cat's pajamas...
...this lady stayed for from the madding throng, engaged in no less worthy a profession than that of undertaker. It was nice work, if you could get it, she often says, and even now she finds it impossible to break with the past. Her most treasured possession from the dear, dead days is her embalmer's license, which she faithfully renews every time it expires. When asked why, she replies wistfully, "Just sentiment, I guess...