Word: fairly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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That this country which bled for democracy sheds tears for a dictator instead of for an unfortunate people, suppressed, torn by civil strife, and willing to fight to the bitter end for its liberty, is, I hope, due to the influence of the press. But that TIME, ordinarily fair and farsighted, falls in with this view, is a disappointment...
Author John O'Hara, 29, is a rolling stone who has travelled from his hometown Pottsville, Pa. Journal to the Paramount studios in Hollywood. He has contributed stories to The New Yorker, Scrib- ner's, Vanity Fair. "In addition," he says, "I have jerked soda, worked on two railroads and in a steel mill, on an ocean liner and a farm . . . bummed east and west, was a day laborer. I was married once. ..." Appointment in Samarra is his first novel. A volume of his short stories, The Doctor's Son, will be published this autumn...
...Buzzie" and "Sistie" Ball, grandchildren of President Roosevelt, said good-by for two weeks to their mother, Mrs. Anna Roosevelt Dall. With a nurse and a secret service agent they went down a railroad platform to meet their father, Curtis Bean Dall. With "Popsie" they saw the World's Fair, ate double chocolate ice cream cones, got their hair cut. Said "Sistie": "I don't like braids. They fall in my soup...
...months later her elders found her qualified, on paper, to teach in a Los Angeles high school. At 12 she scored an I. Q. of 214, highest ever recorded in the U. S. in a Binet-Simon test. That same year she went to Barnard College, wrote six Vanity Fair articles which were later published in book form as The Younger Generation...
...tawdry Goose Fair at Nottingham disgusted him. His home town of Bradford, in the West Riding of Yorkshire, he found changed for the worse. At Bradford a reunion of his old battalion made Author Priestley angrily reminiscent of the War. "I have had playmates, I have had companions, but all, all are gone; and they were killed by greed and muddle and monstrous cross-purposes, by old men gobbling and roaring in clubs, by diplomats working underground like monocled moles, by journalists wanting a good story, by hysterical women waving flags, by grumbling debenture-holders, by strong, silent, beribboned asses...