Word: flatly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...this week before returning to her Washington office. Madam Secretary Perkins' office is on the seventh floor of the ugly Labor Department building, sandwiched in between a garage and a cheap rooming house. It is a large bare room with north light. Madam Secretary Perkins uses a big flat-topped desk, piled with papers and equipped with two telephones. She arrives at 9 o'clock, eats lunch from a tray, goes out for dinner at 7, returns to work until midnight. Her long hours cost her the services of her first government chauffeur. She usually wears...
...whom Southampton's mighty new bed was made, the Cunard Line's unfinished 73,000-ton liner "No. 534." It lay last week in its Clydebank, Scotland yards, unfinished for lack of a Government subsidy. Designed to make 30 knots, cross the Atlantic in four days flat to beat the North German Lloyd's Bremen & Europa, "No. 534" last rang with hammers two years ago. But at a luncheon after the ceremony last week Cunard's plow-chinned Board Chairman Sir Percy Bates uprose to say that No. 534 "had survived all sorts of criticism...
...Lockwood, safe in a private villa, gasped, "I feel weak and have lost eight pounds in weight. I want to go away from here." Mr. Fullerton returned to the Hotel Mediterraneo where the Guardia Civil had been assaulted and had smacked Mrs. Lockwood with the flat of his sword. "Provided we are all treated fairly," said Mr. Fullerton, ''I will continue to live in Mallorca after the trial. Americans here have a bad name among Mallorcans. There should be a better understanding on both sides...
...made him work in the second and at 4-5 on his own serve pulled out a game that went to deuce eight times. It was Allison's last threat. Slick, black-haired Perry, playing a fast, confident game, used whistling cross-court drives that caught Allison crouching flat-footed at the wrong side of the court to run out the set and the next one-in which Allison crept up bravely but forlornly from...
...over the street as Chancellor Hitler drove through cheering Fascist crowds. Scowling Brown Shirts, rifle at shoulder, guarded the entrance of the refurbished Festspielhaus. It was Nazi Day at Bayreuth. Despite Hitler's prohibition of demonstrations "not pertaining to Wagner's immortal music," Karl Elmendorff's flat, insipid conducting of Die Meistersinger could not conceal the fact that Nazi Germany was again parading its national resurgence. Most foreign Wagnerites, regarding the Festival as an act of homage, remained away...