Word: gladly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Mary's mad and I am glad...
Taking his ease on a cottage porch near Hendersonville, N. C., one day last week, sat tanned, lanky Rt. Rev. Henry St. George Tucker, Presiding Bishop of the Protestant Episcopal Church. An automobile drove up. "Ablewhite!" cried Bishop Tucker. "I'm glad to see you. Come on in." He shook the hand of a dusty, weary, baldish man-Rt. Rev. Hayward Seller Ablewhite, Bishop of Northern Michigan, resigned. From a retreat in Gambier, Ohio, Bishop Ablewhite, his name beclouded in the press, had furiously driven 600 miles to beg the aid of his superior. The two sat down...
...Administration of the 1911 trade & navigation treaty with Japan. Gallup polls showing 51% of the voters in favor of clamping down on war materials for Japan assured Mr. Roosevelt that this was a popular thing to do. His own bent in international power politics made it desirable. He was glad to get out of the public doghouse...
...translated, and practically rewritten, by Hecht and MacArthur (The Front Page, 20th Century), Ladies and Gentlemen gives Helen Hayes (Mrs. MacArthur) her first new play after three years and 969 performances of Victoria Regina. She was glad to escape from that "rarefied atmosphere," says she, "because I am fearful of becoming the centre of a cult." Ladies and Gentlemen, after opening in Santa Barbara, last week started a month's tryout on the West Coast-two weeks each in San Francisco and Los Angeles. Miss Hayes said her husband felt that, if she must play in his piece...
...Canadian-born Explorer Kaulback, Tibet is no hermit kingdom, but a realistic Shangri-La whose glacial rocks, shrewd lamas, innumerable prayer-wheels, odoriferous grime somehow delight his Cambridge-bred soul. He had been to Tibet once before and was glad to get back: "It was good to taste real buttered tea again. ... We ourselves were awash by the time the tents were up. ... That night it was just as it had been two years before. . . horsebells jingling; the howl of a dog; a voice in the distance singing a mournful song; and over everything the smell of wood smoke...