Word: desk
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...April 14th message to Congress the President asked for teamwork between Government and Business. Ambitious SECommissioner John W. Hanes, who last fortnight got RFC interested in carrying industrial inventories, took the idea literally, began rounding up tycoons by long-distance telephone. On the President's desk last week he laid a carefully phrased message from 16 of them.* Excerpt...
...Franz Peter found his life, liberty and pursuit of happiness in the composition of music. Unmarried, and with no house of his own, he lived throughout his working life in lodgings or with friends. At his death, his principal personal effects (inherited by Brother Ferdinand) consisted of one writing desk and, within it, an enormous mass of manuscript music...
This week a newly formed society of music-lovers gave its first concert at the American Women's Club, London. Purpose of the society: to give performances and promote the study of the music preserved to posterity in Franz Schubert's writing desk. For, although much of this music is available in popular editions, and all of it is printed in the standard editions of Schubert's Works, the great bulk of it is seldom or never performed except in Schubert's birthplace, Vienna...
White House and punctuated by the ringing of a telephone bell in the police booth directly behind the President's desk.* Because it was concerned almost entirely with fiscal matters, because these were expressed largely by quotations of his earlier message and because the President's voice and manner were flatter, more perfunctory than usual, it was one of the dullest as well as the longest (4,860 words) on record. Nonetheless, it was not devoid of appealing imagery, an adroitly conciliatory reference to Business and a thoughtful little essay on the ideology of centralized government. Excerpts...
...night it stands out like a three-alarm fire in dim-lit, sleepy Coyoacán as floodlights blaze on the pastel blue walls. Trotsky's three secretaries carry pistols, practice target shooting in their spare moments. The Great Exile himself parks a big revolver on his desk as a paper weight whenever he sits down to write. Small, white-haired Mrs. Trotsky goes about her housework packing a Webley .25. Ironically, the immediate benefits of these safeguards for Trotsky, the foe of private property, have gone to the landlords in the vicinity who have upped their rents because...