Word: dears
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...dear President Truman, of whom we are all so fond, cannot possibly be reelected...
...bearded ex-King Ferdinand, ruler for 31 years and royal exile for 30 more, to Gus Phillips (TIME, Feb. 24, 1941), a Falls City, Neb. railroad engineer, went a letter: "On account of my great age [87] and rather poor health, I am very glad and thankful when my dear overseas friends send a CARE package to me. Perhaps you also could help me by such a parcel." Gus, who once knew Ferdinand's railroad-crazy late son Boris (he once sent Boris a streamlined model electric train and got a diamond stickpin and 16 bottles of rare Bulgarian...
...wife wears jewels and goes out with a pair of milk-white mules. She is attended by a troop of slaves, but you have cowered down and live to no purpose.' But if a wife does so speak, her husband shall say to her: 'My dear, when I could have taken many to wife, both with better fortunes and of noble family, I did not so choose but was enamoured of you . . .' Then immediately from these beginnings the husband shall open the way to a discourse on true wisdom with some circumlocutions on the vanity of riches...
...Quakers established women as the spiritual equals of men. The Puritan conception of companionship and "tender respectiveness" set a new standard for Christian marriage. Wrote William Penn to his wife, as he was about to depart for Pennsylvania: "My dear wife, remember thou wast the love of my youth, and much the joy of my life; the most beloved, as well as the most worthy of all my earthly comforts . . . God knows, and thou knowest it, I can say it was a match of Providence's making...
...Chipping Hill, a pleasant, grassy spot eight miles from London, lives "sentimental, affectionate, uncritical Mrs. Brocken," together with mementos of her younger years and miscellaneous members of her family. Mrs. Brocken "had adored her husband and was very fond of her French peppermill. An old watering-can was dear to her because she remembered seeing the gardener use it on her mother's rose-beds, and a new alarm-clock, because it was so nice and bright. She had thus many small sources of pleasure, inoperative perhaps on deeper intellects, which, added together, made a sort of comfortable wooly...