Word: ende
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...week; Emerson Radio & Phonograph Corp. scheduled its noisy commentator, Elliott Roosevelt himself, on Transcontinental. Dorothy Thompson was courted; Boake Carter and Father Coughlin were possibilities. There were no such headliners as Jack Benny, Charlie McCarthy or Kate Smith in sight, but Transcontinental had hope. At week's end, TBS had 65 stations signed up, mostly low-watt independents, a few from the upper crust...
...profit on sales of some $65,000,000. Last year saw the profit more than halved. This September London's retail trade dropped 30% under 1938. People bought blankets, clothing, boots & shoes, blackout materials but not much else. Even J. Lyons & Co., Ltd. (teashops) in the West End felt the pinch, for the first time in years cut its dividend from...
...State, $44,000,000 City Ice & Fuel Co., was less scared than most icemen. He had jumped the rest of the industry five years, had brought his company out of the drippy-wagon, pickerel-pond stage, had $25,710,324 sales and $2,972,997 net income. By the end of 1935, other icemen put Suhr at the head of newly organized National Ice Advertising, Inc., to see what could be done to rehabilitate the industry. Changes followed...
...last week Arthur Curtiss James, now 72, had turned another corner. The biggest railroad owner announced that he no longer felt able to handle the duties of Western Pacific's Board Chairmanship, that at year's end he would vacate...
...main defect of The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex is that it is not tragic. Until the very end, Elizabeth's insistence that Essex can save his head merely by sending back her ring makes the drama seem as unreal as a schoolgirl's tiff, the decapitation just a bit of a royal whimsey. Partly this is due to Author Anderson's original conception, partly to the neurotic bounce with which Cinemactress Davis scratches, claws, snarls and romps her way through the repetitious love scenes, mopes and moons through her my-manic depressions...