Word: doored
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Landon's escort took him around to the plaza in front of the Capitol. The crowd got a good look as. with more smiles and hat-waving, he trotted up the long steps. Once inside, he was led to a washroom. As he emerged, there appeared at another door, on the arm of his son John, the man he had come to see. With warm smile and outstretched hand, he advanced...
...McCook, Neb. the Commission rang the door bell of Republican Senator George Norris, found he was vacationing in Wisconsin, telegraphed him their "appreciation of the standard of public service which you have set and of the idealism which has been your guiding star...
...leftovers of Puritan days. He was also growing up in an eccentric household: his mother went to her room when she heard of her husband's death, and stayed there for 40 years; his sister left the house only at nightfall; the family meals were left outside the door of each member's room. There Hawthorne was writing stories that grew "as mushrooms grow in a meadow, where the roots of some old tree are buried under the earth." When they won him the attention of the wealthy Peabody family, he was so unused to human companionship that...
...Wendell Holmes. Longfellow Mr. Brooks finds a charming, almost saintly spirit, a great figure, if not always a great poet. Never roused to malice even after his fame had become worldwide, he befriended cranks and freaks, longed wearily for a snowstorm that would keep celebrity-hunters away from his door. "A fathomless calm of innocent goodness brooded in the air that spread with Longfellow's poems over the world." Ten thousand copies of The Courtship of Miles Standish were sold in London in a single day, and 24 English publishers brought out Longfellow's work in competition. Simple...
...travels abroad, Hawthorne's genius disintegrated where Emerson's grew more powerful. At last he could not write at all, getting into that frantic state of inability to concentrate that later cursed Mark Twain. "Hard as he tried to write, pulling down the blinds and locking his door, he could not bring his mind into focus. The novel became two novels, and the two became four He could not fix upon a single setting...even his theme eluded him...He made four beginnings, constantly changing his perspective, until he could scarcely bear to touch his blurred and meaningless...