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Nervous and physical strain of a 200,000 circulation first edition over, Photo-Facts Editor Delano found himself in a hospital last week. There he can read in Editor Lurton's Your Life: "The high-strung worrier can actually fret himself into serious organic diseases such as stomach ulcers...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Press: Funk & Fawcett | 10/18/1937 | See Source »

...windows, gaped in as waiters moved among the customers, arms bobbing, chorusing "Heil Hitler." Peeved with the good German burghers who pestered him with questions about Brother Adolf, Alois next day called in a sign painter, had him plaster in German script across one wall; "Sup di duhn und fret didick und holl din mul von politik." ("Drink a lot and eat a lot but don't talk politics...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: GERMANY: The Brothers Hitler | 9/27/1937 | See Source »

...surface of a really important habitation problem, is for the University to admit just how difficult that problem has become. Rearrangement of suites here and there has made available in all accomodations for about fifteen more men in the Houses--a few squirm through the bars while several hundred fret unhappily between Little and Claverly...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: WINTHROP SPREADS A WING | 6/14/1937 | See Source »

...actors frequently to improvise. ¶ Yvonne Dionne turned out to be the best actress. Cecile was the musical one, waving her arms in time with a nursery rhyme. Marie was the least adept at walking. Emilie and Yvonne each cut her ninth tooth, causing Mr. Zanuck in Hollywood to fret: "We'll just have to hope . . . that audiences will not notice. . . ." Of Annette Mr. Hersholt said: "She had her big, devastating eyes turned full force on me, and when my eyes were focused on hers . . . for the first time in my life I 'blew' my lines...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Country Doctor | 12/16/1935 | See Source »

...began; only yesterday Senor Donna Inez sent the rapscallion away. But why be angry with the world? It is bound to turn on its axis; and the Senoritas and the Maters and the Paters and all humanity along with it. One must live, die, make love, pay taxes. Why fret about them if the hour be sweet. It is all amusing; dangerous; melancholy; inevitable. Philosopher's food; the poet's playground; the lover's misery. And so away: the soul of living is its license. Thus mused Donny Juan; and some hundred cantos bear witness to his story and disgressions...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 11/18/1935 | See Source »

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