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Word: glasse (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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Literally you are correct in your article "Laborers Together" (TIME, Oct. 11, p. 45) referring to "calms" in the stained glass industry- Yea verily-"calms" have been distressingly all too numerous during the last seven long years...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Nov. 8, 1937 | 11/8/1937 | See Source »

Dreams, nightmares, interminable abysses of utter blankness--these toyed with his defenceless mind. Unconscious, he moved about during the hours of the night. He ran down black alleys, he leapt over cliffs and fell through the air like a feather; he walked into a store with a big glass window and bought an automobile; a girl with a flopping white hat chased him up a flight of stairs (he remembered thinking that he had seen her face before. In Boston?): he saw beer cans dropping from the ceiling. Dawn approached, and his blankets and sheets lay messed...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 11/5/1937 | See Source »

Talented son of a Manhattan clothing worker, black-eyed Giuseppi Cusimano, 11, violinist, has not played in as many concerts as he might have, because he was last year injured by falling plate glass. After a concert in Oakland, Calif., Conductor Ernest Schelling ventured: ''Young Giuseppi should go very...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Prodigies | 11/1/1937 | See Source »

President Norris is tough enough once to have spent a morning dragging people out of one of the Southern's numerous pre-War wrecks, and then gone home that evening to have his own broken collarbone set with no other analgesic than a glass of whiskey. It is also typical that he is a firm believer in all Americanisms save the New Deal, 32° Mason and an absolute sucker for any child...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business & Finance: South Server | 11/1/1937 | See Source »

...your grandfather is the short, grizzled man with a hare-lip, two glass eyes, and a hook on his right arm, that I am thinking of, you are in for a bad time, as whenever he meets me he mistakes me for an old Model The once had, and tries to turn my motor over with my left leg. Fortunately for you he sees a paper rarely...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Your Uncle Smugly Says | 10/26/1937 | See Source »

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