Word: friendships
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...principle that binds us universally as a Weltanschanung [philosophy]. While we cling with boundless love and faith to our own people, we respect the national rights of other nations out of the same feeling, and it is our heartfelt desire to live with them in peace and friendship. Therefore the idea of 'Germanization' is unknown...
...Club and the Mothers' Club of Baltimore's First Methodist Episcopal Church last week had their annual meeting in Lovely Lane Hall, had as their guest of honor Col. Louis McHenry Howe, President Roosevelt's personal friend and secretary, gave him a scroll acclaiming "The Finest Friendship in America." Excerpt: "Friendship is the fairest and sweetest flower that blooms in the garden of life...
...becalmed in the brief time before the storm of examinations, the Freshman class has an opportunity for thought and reflection over the events of the last nine months; a few of its thinkers will ponder for a moment on that Institution, the Freshman Adviser. Some have formed a close friendship with the man who was set to guide them; others have been helped by his advice; a considerable number have been deceived by his honeyed praise of this or that course; and the great majority will have forgotten him by the time they purchase their tickets for the trip home...
...make our position perfectly clear. Misunderstandings often wreck tempers. The American attitude toward liquor is curious; it is wanted because it is forbidden. What New York needs is more golf courses. . . . Even more than international amity and the friendship of the English-speaking nations we should like to stress youth. . . . Games are very fine. And yet this is called the mechanical...
...have been to two boarding-schools, & gained a great many friends in diffirent ways. ... I have learned how to faint, & have inheirited a fortune. Have been through a long illness & had a terrible sorrow! And I might have been married if I had choosen . . . I have never sworn eternal friendship to anyone, nor written poetry since I was eleven years old." On her 17th birthday (Dec. 28, 1870), Julia Newberry thus cast up her accounts. This two-year diary of a last-century Chicago socialite is less kittenish and platitudinous than most of its kind, may seem surprisingly lively...