Word: doored
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Biggers went to work at $1 a year, with a $5,000,000 appropriation and the aid of the Post Office Department. Last November, 81,000,000 unemployment blanks were distributed by letter-carriers to 32,000,000 U. S. homes. As the returns came in, a separate door-to-door census checked them in 1,864 areas scattered at random about...
Last week, Mr. Biggers' figures were complete enough to be presented to the President. Total number of people who had voluntarily returned questionnaires listing themselves as unemployed and willing to work was 7,822,912. Door-to-door census covering 1,950,000 persons indicated, however, that this was only about 72% of the people who, when ferreted out and interviewed, classed themselves as unemployed. On this basis total unemployed population of the U. S. would be 10,870,000. Said Mr. Biggers: "We do not claim provable accuracy for any one figure. The true number of those...
...same, you are conscious of the presence of well-wrinkled repartee. It doesn't make Bette Davis look prettier to hear her say: "I'll swallow my pride and go to him"; after the first laugh Leslie Howard seems a bit silly to say, when a knock on the door finds him in the arms of his stage partner, "Your husband." Perhaps you are the kind who can overlook the bad and remember only the good; then, you will long enjoy such lines as the one by Mr. Howard kissing the lovely Olivia de Havilland, who at the same moment...
...Vagabond closed the door of the doctor's office gently, his mouth puckered from his last glimpse of the secretary. He went home in a reflective mood and told his parents, in a voice that sounded like Baer speaking to Louis, he thought he would be gosh-darned if he would drive to Washington under the stigma of any accident policy...
...Toscanini can do no wrong. His very rages and imprecations are treasured in musicians' memories, his broken batons are collected and respectfully preserved. In a rehearsal tantrum several years ago he rushed off the stage, scurried up the stairs to his dressing room, pounded his fists against the door of a closet until the wood paneling splintered. A lady Philharmonic subscriber heard of the incident, drove with her chauffeur to the stage entrance, begged to be given the door as a sacred relic. Allowed to carry off a few of the splinters, she took them reverently home...