Word: doored
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Sirs: . . . Just before going over to my club for lunch today I stopped by the next-door room here in the dormitory to look over your magazine which had just come. What l saw under Transport made me not quite so eager for lunch. ... It could have been left out without any detraction from your story at all. It wasn't of nationwide interest, and it didn't have any special significance. ... I really didn't think TIME went in for that sort of thing. ... I am one of those who are pretty enthusiastic about flying...
...beset it with terrors. It claims a measure of armed power which puts most of the nations of Europe at its mercy. Every reflecting, reasonable German must see the force of the point I am making". ... I have written in regret, not merely in self-righteous condemnation. The door to honorable agreement ... is still open. . . . No one but Germany itself will close...
...Zion, Ill. a mechanic named Carl Swanson built a homemade plane of washing machine parts, baling wire, canvas, door hinges, equipped it with a motorcycle engine, took it up for a test-flight last week. Pilot Swanson had never had a flying lesson. The flight ended after three minutes. His condition: serious...
...sprite-like voice is heard outside, then a scream. At the door, lying unconscious, is what the audience will undoubtedly deem an angel, and certain it is she looks like an angel must look, Lois Hall. Unfortunately, she turns out to be a devil, and a most perplexing devil...
...wife and daughters come to treat him with growing disdain. Luke smells of the pigsty and the good black earth when he comes in from his work; mucky boots are thrown out of door. His wife becomes a country schoolmarm, and then "by 1890 the two little girls, Lizzie and Ellen, had become little dolls, with faces of white china and fair frizzy hair which crimped and rippled down their shoulders. In their stiff, thick-stuffed, many-pleated frocks they looked to him sometimes like little prim old women...