Word: eye
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...centuries men have dreamed of the eye that would penetrate stone walls and miles of space. Last week sight at a distance (television) came true. In Manhattan, in the auditorium of the Bell Telephone Laboratories, Walter S. Gifford, President of the American Telephone & Telegraph Co., talked to his Vice President, General J. J. Carty, in Washington, D. C. Said President Gifford, dapper, cheery: "Hello, General, you're looking fine. I see you have your glasses on." Out of the loudspeaker, General Carty's bass voice boomed: "Does it-ah-does it flatter me?" President Gifford carefully viewed...
...brushing a tear from his eye-lids he turned to him and softly said...
John D. Rockefeller Sr.: "Last week my grandson,* Nelson Aldrich Rockefeller, a freshman at Dartmouth College, entered the public eye. With an insolence rare among freshmen, he and his classmate, John French Jr., flayed the fraternity system at Dartmouth. Their letter, which was broadcast by the Associated Press, said in part: The fraternities devote too much time to the task of perpetuating themselves . . . and are in danger of collapsing through pursuit of a false goal...
...Angeles they go ? 500 leather-cheeked, great-knuckled athletes, members of the 16 "big" league teams, presumably the best baseball players in the world. For two months they have been practising; playing exhibition games under the languid unimportant gaze of winter traveler and native, under the sharply appraising eye of owner, manager, scribe. Then northward, eastward they go for careful records show that after April 11 meteorological conditions from Boston to Chicago will permit professional baseball to operate at a profit on summer playgrounds. On April 12, brass gongs will resound in eight enclosures, dapper umpires will brush eight...
...like Americana. Others love display, like Lucky. Some would prefer Le Maire's Affairs, full of crudely ridiculous skits, awkward clowning (by Charlotte Greenwood), amazing absurdities (by Lester Allen), pretty chorus girls, striking ensembles. Two numbers, the cameo dance and the minstrel drill are as pleasing to the eye as anything in town. The skits are funny-at times, definitely embarrassing; Ted Lewis' band jazzes well toward the end. After a few more presentations, the show will probably be corrected for tempo. Then it will be as good an entertainment as a tired man can find...