Word: din
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...will get you if you don't watch out.* In Bangor, Me., New Hampshire's Senator Bridges called on the country to put an end to "Roosevelt Constitutional tyranny." In a Washington broadcast, Idaho's Borah warned the U. S. not to be moved by "the din of screeching and incoherent propaganda" into lining up with European democracies against totalitarian governments. And in Newark, N. J. Republican National Committee Chairman John D. M. Hamilton spoke at a banquet in honor of New Jersey's seven Republican Representatives and Senatorial Candidate W. Warren Barbour. Mr. Hamilton...
Olesen, who at first denied having participate din the Peabody robbery, claiming that the stolen goods had been planted on him, was broken down on Monday by Colonel Apted...
Little Miss Roughneck (Columbia), a mild satire on Hollywood parents, exhibits another show-struck girl, Edith Fellows, making the most of her opportunity when allowed to do a number at a benefit. Later, en route to Hollywood, she inflicts her version of Gunga Din on the passengers of a transcontinental train. Encouraged by a too-ambitious mother (Margaret Irving), her brattishness persists until a gentle Mexican (Leo Carrillo) brings out the latent good in her. Best performance: Mr. Carrillo's dependable spick...
Just north of Bozeman, Mont, rears the 9,106-ft. bulk of Bridger Peak, near which years ago was started the Flaming Arrow Dude Ranch. Woodcutters and ranchers working in Bridger Peak's thick fur of timber presently heard the din of Nick Mamer's two motors. Looking up, they spotted the glistening airliner hovering in apparent difficulty over a small clearing. In a twinkling it plunged straight down, bashed its nose into the frozen ground so hard that the plane telescoped like a tin drinking cup. BOOM went the gasoline tank and instantly the wreck...
...bulging dowagers and stuffed shirts, music lovers, some in white ties, others in frayed collars, stridulous debutantes with glassy-eyed escorts, and a great dun horde which prides itself on loving music more than show but nonetheless selects the first night of the opera to hear it. The restless din of Society nearly swamped moments of the final act. It was too much for one outraged Teuton who drooped among the lower classes behind the standees' rail. "Quiet please!" he wailed over the surging strains of Artur Bodanzky's orchestra and the equally surging conversational...