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Word: desk (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Money is the root of all evil," reads one battered inscription discovered yesterday on a desk in Sever six. The signature is "J. P. Morgan...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Morgan Sees Root of Evil | 11/27/1937 | See Source »

...would not be difficult for the desk clerks to inspect the margins of the pages of each book when it is returned, as this would merely involved a rapid thumbing of the pages to see if any ink or pencil had been applied to the text by amateur artists or writers. This would make it much easier to apprehend the criminal, and this systematic check in itself would deter youthful vandals from their own desires to destroy University property...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: BOOKS OF BOYLSTON | 11/26/1937 | See Source »

...incalculable number of undergraduate hours are spent waiting for books," the article states. In a claim that three "chasers" are insufficient for ten floors of stacks, the Monthly alleged that 20 minute waits at the delivery desk are not uncommon...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Monthly Editorial Criticizes Labor Policy of University as "Unsavory" | 11/24/1937 | See Source »

...closed his desk in Chicago's Bowen High School one day last March and made ready to go home, Principal William T. McCoy, whose work had only a few days before been commended by Chicago's Superintendent William H. Johnson, received a curt message from the superintendent ordering him to report next morning at an elementary school with a $700 reduction in salary. Not long after, Superintendent Johnson announced a new eligible list for principals. Of the 155 successful candidates on the examination, 128 had come from Loyola University, where Superintendent Johnson teaches. Of the 15 principals promptly...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: Local No. i | 11/8/1937 | See Source »

Somewhat breathless from all this, newly-elected Benjamin Fairless hustled home from the directors' meeting to his suite in Manhattan's Waldorf-Astoria, was so agog he forgot to collect his key at the desk on the ground floor. Finding the door locked and his wife out, Ben Fairless asked a passing maid to let him in. Suspiciously she refused. So did another. "Hell!" snapped President-elect Fairless, "This is a fine pickle. Nobody knows me around here...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business: Big Steel, Little Stet | 11/8/1937 | See Source »

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