Word: finds
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...again win the confidence of all classes of people (TIME. July 11). Said Publicist Powel: "He is the only man in politics with a radio voice that you could back against the voice of President Roosevelt. . . . The grand strategy, if you want to beat the New Deal, is to find a man who can deserve the loyalty and faith of all the little men and women in the land." Meanwhile, Republican chiefs definitely decided on Bruce Barton as one of their candidates for New York's two U. S. Senators to be elected this fall...
...belief that the more plain workmanship with canvas, wood, stone, metals, textiles, clay and color goes on in a country, the finer fine arts it may produce. Holger Cahill is fond of using a fact of nature to illustrate his theory of national art: "You don't often find mountains where there is no plateau." Hostile critics have rejoined that plateaus and genuine art movements alike are beyond the power of governments to create. But even such critics admit that the Federal Art Project has gone about its job in an orderly manner...
...violating freedom of speech and the press. At the close of the broadcast, Commentator Carter turned from Philosopher Mill, said: "It is indeed, as the makers of Huskies and Post Toasties have said, as Erik Rolf so ably put it, it is considerably a matter of inability to find convenient time to meet the desires of General Foods that brings this series to a temporary...
...stopped, listened, raised her hands "as if in appeal to that Something which was too vast for me to define." Few moments later she said with dreamy excitement: "Here will be a perpetual series of house parties-of literary men, literary women, and other artists. . . . At Yaddo they will find the Sacred Fire, and light their torches at its flame. Look, Spencer! They are walking in the woods, wandering in the garden, sitting under the pine trees . . . creating, creating, creating...
...rest of the story dramatizes the question, Whom will André give in to?-his wife, who despises his job, or the Abbey, which at first depresses him, then begins "nibbling" at him, finally swallows him up completely. Instead of the musty, semi-mechanical creatures he expected to find in his fellow guides, he finds sophisticated, witty, sensitive men who have simply come to prefer life in the Abbey to the corrupt world of "the people down below." Treacherous, putty-like quicksands and fog, harsh winters and isolation add themselves to the charm of the Abbey's sombre architectural...