Word: fo
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...members of the House of Soong, the most potent in China, huddle for long in Hong Kong it will be certain that a great many jigs are up. Starting from Hankow three weeks ago, the Soongs' relative by marriage, Dr. Sun Fo, son of China's late saint Dr. Sun Yatsen, sped via Hong Kong to Europe, arrived last week at The Hague. There Son Sun called an emergency council of China's chief diplomatic envoys in Europe, including famed Ambassador to France Dr. V. K. Wellington Koo. Observers assumed that Sun was inquiring desperately of China...
...Fo, son of China's late sainted Dr. Sun Yatsen, nephew by marriage to the Man & Wife of the Year (see p. 12), became last week the first prominent Chinese Government official to attempt to leave China since the Japanese captured Nanking (TIME, Dec. 27). Boarding an airplane at Hankow, Son Sun gave out that he was flying to Hong Kong, would thence speed to Europe on a trip including Moscow. Meanwhile Communist leaders in China were loudly demanding the resignation of various prominent members of the Government which has had to flee Nanking and disperse itself in various...
...foot with enthusiasm. "Yassuh!" he laughed. "You is gonna c'mon downstairs to de boys' dressin' room and hear dose cats swing on down in a jam session!" He trotted to the elevator, his blue bathrobe swirling to expose a mighty calf. "Are you gonna bring up dat machine fo' yo' Mister Waller, Dad " he called down the shaft...
...musicians swung into "Sugar Rose." Fats squealed with delight. "Git ready fo' de jam now!" The boys got ready, and went into a wild jumble of hot rhythm. A clarinet player popped up somewhere and made his instrument screech an improvised sing-song. Fats, his tremendous bulk bobbing in time, shouted hoarse encouragement to his boys. With a final, incomprehensible flourish by the saxes, the jammin' stopped. "Dose cats can take yo' socks right off yo' shoes," gasped Fats...
...training. In lonely sea-watches he figured it out. God had given him his common sense and uncommon luck to enable him some day to sail out across the Black Ocean where no living man has been and bring back the truth. When he got stuck in the fo'c's'le hatch of a foundering old tub Harry knew his drowning was not in the cards. Sure enough, the boilers burst and blew him back to the surface. In an episode which comes near to being pure Mark Twain he almost got tied down...