Word: deserted
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...longer interested in old idols, well I can give him the figures on how many people write for my autograph yearly. More do than ask for many of the autographs of film stars, not that I deserve it-but it is an indication that the American public does not desert its sport idols altogether. And another, thing! Nearly every speed cop when he catches up with a speeder asks "Hey, d'ya think yer Barney Oldneld?" That is, of course, when they're not askin': "Whezdafire, huh?" and "Wher' th'lya goin'?" You know...
...builders of Hoover Dam will spend 50,000,000 Federal dollars in and around Las Vegas, Nev. in the next eight years. In anticipation of this flood of cash, the little desert town, main-line rail base for the construction camps, has been swelling and swelling like a toadstool. Real estate has boomed, collapsed, boomed again. Night clubs opened up with show girls from Los Angeles. Speakeasies flourished, for Nevada has no dry law. Gambling resorts blossomed legally. Dam workers were to be separated from their pay checks as pleasantly as possible...
Like Death's beckoning fingers, two skis upright in a Greenland snow hummock last week signaled to searching Germans through the colored dawn of the returning midnight sun. Any unexplained man-made thing has awful import in the ice desert. The Germans clambered over the ridged ice to the skis, chopped them loose, chopped deeper into the frozen snow until they found the body of lost Professor Alfred Lothar Wegener. The body was carefully sewn within two blankets and covered with fur coats. The last chapter of Professor Wegener's career was clear...
...pastor sends him away. A successful operation is made on her eyes. The pastor is anxious, and with cause; for when she sees her perfect man she tries to drown herself, dies from the effects. But not without telling him a few things that leave his life a desert. The Author- Andre Paul William Gide, reputed the most powerful figure in contemporary French literature, looks like a lean and sinister clown, loves mystery, theatrics. Bald, he often wears a skullcap, a shawl over his shoulders. His early books were such immediate failures he thought seriously of abandoning writing...
...SQUARE CIRCLE-Denis Mackail- Houghton Mifflin ($2.50). Charles Dickens would have liked this book. It ought to be good enough for most people. Author Mackail has made himself the chronicler of London's "Tiverton Square" -one of those quiet upper-middle-class residential oases in the roaring metropolitan desert. Like Manhattan's Gramercy Park, the Square has a sacred enclosure to which only residents have a key, and within the pale stands the statue of some respectable and forgotten person. Children play there while their nurses gossip; from most of the Square's houses sober citizens...