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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...friends last week were willing to bet that Jack Crocker, no snob, would get on well at snobbish Groton. One of his chief problems will be to satisfy old Groton boys, whose sons have always had first chance to be admitted to Groton, and still make it a representative institution. Already there are so many sons of old Groton boys (including 16 Roosevelts) that they form almost two-thirds of Groton's enrollment...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: Jack for Peabo | 6/26/1939 | See Source »

...police forces, to private protective agencies (which now have to get approval of the U. S. Attorney General for purchase of a Tommy gun), to the U. S. Marines, to many a European and South American army, Thompsons were sold. The General's son, Colonel Marcellus H. Thompson, third in the family line to graduate from West Point, resigned from the army and went into the business as vice president and general manager...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MUNITIONS: Chopper | 6/26/1939 | See Source »

...Richman Foundation lends without interest to the solvent employes, makes outright gifts to the financially distressed. From it $10 a week is paid to employes on sick leave. Women employes get ten weeks off at $10 a week to have their babies...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MANUFACTURING: Daddy | 6/26/1939 | See Source »

...much comfort for H. H. was the failure of both industries to get back to where they were in March...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: STATE OF BUSINESS: H. H. Treatment | 6/26/1939 | See Source »

...stares out of the window, suddenly emits an ecstatic "goatlike cry of joy." Whereupon they join in wild cavorting, break off to eat the lunch which she comes each day to prepare. At times Monk speaks as follows: "Can I devour you? Can I feed my life on yours, get all your life and richness into me, walk about with you inside me, breathe you into my lungs like harvest, absorb you, eat you, melt you, have you in my brain, my heart, my pulse, my blood forever . . ." and so on until the smell of burning food calls a halt...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Bitter Mystery | 6/26/1939 | See Source »

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