Word: fellows
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Wheat. President Hoover completed his Federal Farm Board by "drafting" as its wheat member Samuel Roy McKelvie, Republican, Methodist, Mason, Odd Fellow, Elk, onetime (1919-23) Governor of Nebraska, where he is still known as a "political farmer." No wheat-grower, he publishes the Nebraska Farmer through which he preaches his agricultural gospel: no equalization fee; no debenture; the farmer must help himself. Wheat growers had rowed so long among themselves over a representative on the Hoover board that the President, impatient, picked Mr. McKelvie as his own compromise. Aged 48 and conservative. Mr. McKelvie anticipated that the reduction...
...which Tammany Democrats retorted: "What of it? He's a jolly good fellow." Quipped Mayor Walker: "If General Harbord believes all the things he said, why didn't he run for Mayor...
...Siberia (Amkino). A sly, shriveled fellow with the stealth of a fox and the cruelty of a eunuch arrives at a Siberian prison in the Tsar's time and begins to run things the way he wants them. The picture is not a story but a description of the way the imperial prisons are said to have been. There is propaganda in it, but that is kept out of sight. Its horror, too is kept out of sight, brought to life by suggestion until it becomes a mood as palpable as a sound, like something howling. This would...
ROPER'S Row-Warwick Deeping- Knopf ($2.50). "Dark and pale," Chris Hazzard was a "little fellow, narrow shouldered, fragile, and lame"-with a big head and "defiant" hair and "a something in his eyes." Ruth Avery, living next-room in London's poverty-stricken Roper's Row, was "a dusky thing, far darker than he was-slim and sensitive . . . not smiling her face had a mute, apprehensive sadness." Yet to Ruth, as to all persons, Hazzard felt unfriendly, not only because he thought his lameness set him apart, but because all social feelings were at a very...
...Miles. "It must make an old cowman mad to see a fellow in shiny boots and polo pants riding a slick horse. Well, it hurts in a way to see these mail pilots climbing up into heated cabins or cockpits and talking to somebody on the ground over the radiophone." Thus re-pined E. Hamilton Lee, 37, who flew the first experimental air mail routes for the Government eleven years ago. Planes were relatively primitive then, routes unmarked, every trip a life's risk. Reason for Senior Pilot Lee's last week's thought: retrospection. He had just completed...