Word: flatly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...There was no thought of orb or crown When the single, wooden chest went down To the steering-flat, and the careless gunroom hailed him To learn by ancient and bitter use, How neither favour nor excuse, Nor aught save his sheer self henceforth availed...
Over the Manhattan Starrs' little flat and blacksmith shop swarmed a scourge of salesmen. Mother & Father Starr protested, "We still work until we get the cash. . . . Then, maybe mama and I go to Palestine like all good Jews want...
Franklin Roosevelt last week looked for the first time on a long colonial building with a low veranda and a row of white-washed trees on its broad, flat lawn. Not for lack of invitations had he never before visited the Jefferson Islands Club in Chesapeake Bay. The founders of this sporting organization include some of the most famed Democrats in the land: Owen D. Young, John W. Davis, John J. Raskob, Senators Pittman. Tydings, Robinson. Logically they might have expected a Democratic President who liked outdoor fun to drop in upon them often. If they ever so expected they...
Lorre, perfectly cast, uses the technique popularized by Charles Laughton of suggesting the most unspeakable obsessions by the roll of a protuberant eyeball, an almost feminine mildness of tone, an occasional quiver of thick lips set flat in his cretinous, ellipsoidal face. It is not conducive to sound sleep to watch him operating on little girls, shuddering with sadistic thrills at public executions, or slavering over the wax image of Mme Orlac which he keeps in his apartment. One of the best scenes in the picture is the maniacal matter-of-factness of Lorre's drunken housekeeper who, finding...
...pocket, bulky, vigorous Author Thomas Clayton Wolfe (Look Homeward, Angel; Of Time and the River) arrived in Manhattan after four months abroad. Said he to newshawks: "There's one swell thing about Americans?as a race we are not snobs. . . . For one week I had a service flat in London with an English butler that was such a prude he would make Ruggles of Red Gap look like a blacksmith. . . . One night I decided to find out just what kind of a fellow he was under his servant's mask. I gave him so many whiskeys and sodas that...