Word: ended
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Warm Springs, Ga., where Franklin Roosevelt was nearing the end of his ten-day holiday, it was 12:45 amIn their cottage near his "Little White House,'' the ten newspapermen detailed to cover his activities were playing cards, listening to the radio or sleeping. At this point Marvin Mclntyre, who had previously telephoned to advise the correspondents to hold their "overnight" stories for a mysterious Presidential announcement, arrived with a handful of typewritten sheets which he proceeded to distribute. Ready for something remarkable, the reporters found the release up to their highest expectations...
...given him the impression that immediate general war is unlikely but the U. S. should nonetheless keep out of entangling alliances, and totalitarianism will get you if you don't watch out.* In Bangor, Me., New Hampshire's Senator Bridges called on the country to put an end to "Roosevelt Constitutional tyranny." In a Washington broadcast, Idaho's Borah warned the U. S. not to be moved by "the din of screeching and incoherent propaganda" into lining up with European democracies against totalitarian governments. And in Newark, N. J. Republican National Committee Chairman John D. M. Hamilton...
Died. Austin Parker, 46, screen writer (Week End); of a cerebral hemorrhage; in Hollywood. Five years ago Cinemauthor Parker wrote Cinemactress Miriam Hopkins, then his wife, asking that there be "no sadness, no mourning and no ceremony" after his death. Now the wife of Director Anatole Litvak, Cinemactress Hopkins last week gathered with other Parker friends in a Hollywood funeral parlor, "just to sit around," she said, "and talk about what a swell...
...Then with a series of heavy crashes, one following another as the Sutherland crossed her enemy's stern and each section of guns bore in turn, she fired her broadside into her . . . with every shot tearing its destructive course from end to end of the ship. .. . . That was the sort of broadside which won battles. That single discharge had probably knocked half the fight out of the Frenchmen, killing and wounding a hundred men or more, dismounting half a dozen guns." With little philosophizing about war and man's fate, Author Forester, competent and unpretentious, hurries his story...
...with strange stories about assassins who were after him, about mysterious footprints found outside his mansion windows. At times he thought he was going insane. Beaten in one campaign after another, he was finally jeered off the stage in Atlanta, where he had had so many triumphs. Until the end of his life he detested industrialism in all its forms, was driven frantic by noise, and in the depths of his despair and hatred of the modern world cried out: "Come back to us once more oh dream of the old time South...