Word: dears
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...only the world would adopt Esperanto or some other universal language, life would be so much simpler for people in the news business. (Shown above & below this letter, for example, are just 15 ways in which people of other nations say "Dear Sir" when writing about the news to our editors...
...Molly? As they have every morning for the past four years, Denverites lapped up Molly's flip and saucy column with their breakfast coffee. More than anything else, "Dear Mrs. Mayfield" has helped step up the New's circulation from a doddering 40,000 to more than 86,000, challenging enough to keep the Denver Post (circ. 192,991) on its toes. Besides dispensing free advice, Molly collects snapping turtles, pianos and goldfish from people who don't want them for those who do. During the war she gathered diaper pins for G.I. wives, once collected...
...Dear friends, have you considered the consequence of your epithet? How can I explain it to my wife? "But dear, the Crimson called you dull." How can I explain it to my children? "Daddy, the Crimson called you dull." How can I explain it to my literary executors? "The painful fact is that, in spite of his eminence, the Harvard Crimson called him dull." And suppose I were not married: "Oh, sir. No, sir. The Crimson called you dull...
...grave. For example, Dali had decided to picture an incident when Cellini was five, and saw a lizard among the hot coals in the fireplace. The incident was memorable to Cellini, because his father "gave me a great box on the ears-and spoke as follows: 'My dear little boy, I am not striking you for any wrong that you have done, but only to make you remember that the lizard which you see in the fire is a salamander, a creature which has never been seen before...
...hours a day, five days a week, Elaine sprawls or sits on a seven-foot-square bed and addresses a dictaphone. "I just love the sound of my own voice," she says. "I pour myself into it. I give everything. I change voices. I laugh. I cry. I suffer. Dear me, I can't stop writing. You know, I think I'm just a frustrated actress...