Word: everly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...reported to have written Jim Farley a stream of job-begging letters lately, ending with one which told a story about a drunk who encountered the ghost of St. Paul. "Tell me," said the drunk, "did you ever get an answer to your letter to the Ephesians...
...this point that Virginia-born M. P. Lady Astor, ever ready to put in her tuppence worth, interrupted. She owns a deer park on the Isle of Jura, she said, which is all moss and peat and "fit for nothing but deer." Not even trout could be raised on it. Spunkily Lady Astor offered to build Mr. Kirkwood a cottage on her deer park on Jura and bet him he could not make a living off it. Machinist Kirkwood is no farmer, but he accepted-much too hastily, it turned out. The discussion was continued in the lobby...
...submarines Phénix and L'Espoir submerged to make a sham attack on the flagship of the Far Eastern Fleet, the cruiser Lamotte-Picquet. After a half-hour L'Espoir knifed to the surface, but no one saw the Phénix, and probably no one ever will. For a day and a half planes and warships crisscrossed the sea, searching in vain for the crippled vessel. And then the Ministry of the Navy belatedly informed the families of the crew and the world: "The submarine Phénix has been missing for 36 hours; all hope...
This wealth cannot make up for the loss of the industrialized China coast. Nor can enough war material reach China by difficult caravan routes across the great deserts from Soviet Asia. But under stress the newly nationalist Chinese have done what no other people have ever done: they have picked up their factories-as a Biblical character once picked up his bed-and walked. Industrial equipment valued at $100,000,000 Chinese (U. S. $3,448,275) was removed from Shanghai in the early days of the war. That was only a beginning of a great industrial and cultural migration...
Into the files of the Library of Congress last week went a book by Brenda Putnam, the daughter of the librarian-emeritus. Written with no eye to enshrinement, The Sculptor's Way* was worth the attention of anybody who ever carved a bar of soap or monkeyed with Plasticine...