Word: doored
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...shoot down Fascist snipers. . . . For half an hour we went on in this way, shouting or firing at lighted windows, racing through suspect streets. No one fired on us, thank God! Then they drove us home, running the car right onto the pavement a yard from the hotel door...
Because the Princess Royal, Princess Mary, Countess of Harewood, was tripped up by her 10-foot train at the age of 14 and her coronet fell off at the door of Westminster Abbey in 1911, it was announced last week that Princess Elizabeth, 10-year-old heir to the Throne, will profit by this lesson of experience. Her Royal Highness will be supplied with a very short train not apt to trip her, a very light coronet not apt to slide off in any case, equipped with a strong elastic band...
...that is, at most, only the half of it. There are songs. These were written by Cammann Newberry, '37, Benjamin Welles, '38, and Gaspar Bacon, Jr., '37, and very well written, too. The title piece, "Wake Up and Swing", and "There's No Wolf Around My Door", might fairly safely have modest success predicted for them in the great outer world. Welles and Bacon have established themselves as most versatile artists indeed. Each had a share in writing the clever book. Bacon did some of the lyrics, and played a prominent role, the broad-if none too deeply-minded Lady...
...then they make sundry efforts to preserve their morale. Then, it is not so much that the danger passes, as that they find that they never were really in any genuine trouble anyway. What they took for a flood was really only a cloudburst, and the hermetically sealed door and windows only served to make the room stuffy. The result of this blunder is a wave of cynicism decidedly more bitter than ever could have been the moral letdown following a period of real rather than imaginary distress...
...Sirocco) drowned in boos, of being literally spat on by a waiting crowd -In Red Peppers, one of the nine plays in Tonight at 8:30, which closed abruptly in Manhattan fortnight ago when Author Coward took to his bed with laryngitis (TIME, March 22). at the stage door. He gave the crowd a furious look, sent his overcoat to the cleaners. Twice he has tired of it all, taken his shattered nerves on world-weary cruises...