Word: doesn
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...last week Britain killed her wartime rule, which since September had forbidden the sale of tin on the London Metal Exchange at more than ?230 per ton. She also upped world production quotas (British-controlled through the International Tin Committee) to 120% of standard. Britain doesn't mean to have a tin shortage in wartime, doesn't mean to give it away because her pound has fallen. Untied, British tin prices last week flew up to ?275 per ton (equivalent to 48? a Ib.), then settled back...
...Russia U. S. Ambassador Laurence Steinhardt, but left the matter on a 24-hour basis. Franklin Roosevelt firmly believes that in his foreign policy he has made but one bad blunder: withdrawal one year ago of U. S. Ambassador to Germany Hugh Wilson. Mr. Roosevelt regards Ambassadors as reporters, doesn't like the second-hand reports now coming out of Berlin to the U. S. via London and Paris. The Kremlin, he well knows, would not care a fingersnap if Mr. Steinhardt were recalled, and then the U. S. S. R. would indeed be an insoluble mystery...
Making plans for a four-generation family Christmas party, Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt resurrected her Yule Rule No. 1: no warlike toys on the family tree. Said she, gloomily: "From the looks of things, I am afraid refraining from warlike toys doesn't do much good...
Have you ever seen a runner in the last lap, racing for the tape? Doesn't look very happy, does he? And he probably isn't able to think of much else besides getting to the finish. This analogy fits the "stiff" dance band exactly. Guys who play in them are so busy trying to drive ahead and stay ahead of the beat that their ideas become stereotyped, and cold. They can't think of anything decent because in back of them all this time, there is this terrific push that doesn't let them phrase, or even pause...
...trial, and Block's big chance. His assignment was to fill in between bulletins from the courtroom. He bought a couple of records, treated himself (for $10) to a tryout sponsor, an unheralded reducing pill at $1 a box. "Now I'm not saying that your husband doesn't love you," he soft-soaped, "but when you look into the mirror, are you being fair to him?" Next morning's mail brought $600 from fat ladies begging for a chance to let Martin streamline them...