Word: fines
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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President of Packard Motor Car Co. since 1916, Alvan Macauley is a handsomely bronzed, courtly gentleman of 67 who collects fine guns, enjoys skeet shooting and British novels. At Grosse Pointe Shores, Michigan, he maintains just such an estate as prestige-conscious Packard ("Ask the Man Who Owns One") likes to picture in advertisements of its expensive automobiles. A perfect piece of type casting for the days when Packard catered exclusively to the carriage trade, Alvan Macauley last week stepped up to the board chairmanship. His successor: Vice President and General Manager Max M. Gilman...
...Goldwyn). "A minor sensation has been caused by the announcement that the Hollywood film version of 'Wuthering Heights' is to be called Wuthering Heights. . . . The decision . . . [was] made by no less a person than Mr. Sam Goldwyn. Mr. Goldwyn is a legendary figure who has a fine autocratic way with the English language and chronology and things like that. . . . Still, the title is not everything; and its retention does not-witness among many others the conspicuous case of Bengal Lancer-at all imply that the film will be even remotely identifiable with the book...
Beaver dams are useful to man. They catch fine silt that otherwise would wash down stream. Beaver ponds may provide water for livestock, and conserve moisture in dry areas...
...Rosalie), was asked by Magistrate Richard McKiniry to sing the ballad's seldom-heard verse (what every crooner knows is merely the chorus). Composer Armstrong cleared his throat, sang, "In the evening when I sit alone a-dreaming . . ." was shortly interrupted by the critical magistrate: "I ought to fine you for your singing, but I won't. Sentence suspended...
...grew. No more would he have to worry about the red-head from Smith. They'd take care of her down at Washington. Perhaps red-heads weren't anthropologically compatible with brunettes like Vag. Washington would know! No more worry about that little Radcliffe wench he'd met in Fine Arts class, either. A Senate Investigation Committee would probably submit a report showing how many Radcliffe-married Harvard men had thrown their wives out of windows in the last sixteen and a half years...