Word: goings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...enemy agents, hairbreadth escapes, made thunderous by howls of pain from the injured, cries of outrage from the accused-a breathless drama of pure Americanism versus nobody quite knew what, packed with sordid procedures, damnable outrages, cries of "Unhand-me-Martin-Dies!" from radicals, and "Let that poor girl go!" from liberals-and all galloping over the cliff at the end of each installment. The Smith Committee hearings were drawing-room comedy...
...where dogwood blooms in the spring, but there are no peach trees). Now most of the rich live in lush Druid Hills or out beyond Peachtree Creek. Peachtree Street, changing with volatile Atlanta, is becoming a street of bright lights and tourist homes, where Melanie would never deign to go...
Philadelphians seem to care. The city's gas plant is in hock to RFC. Its public libraries can afford to replace only 20,000 of 85,000 dog-eared books which are thumbed to tatters each year. More than a third of Philadelphia's annual revenues go to service old debts. Expensive subways, promoted during the heedless '203, are sealed and empty catacombs; Philadelphia lacked the money to run them or to pay for them...
Christmas means home, and to Harvard home means everywhere. Home of Pittsburgh, to Atlanta, to San Francisco, to Steamboat Springs, to a thousand cities and towns--that's where Harvard will go. Fathers will greet sons; there will be musings and laughter: "So you're in your Junior year! Well, it won't be long now." Church services, Christmas trees, and parties will crowd the days. Parents will hunger for talk, and give advice. Harvard will be at home, in a thousand places at once. Some students will lecture their bewildered families on the war, on politics, or on religion...
...days when Vag could tingle with the expectation of an electric train? Erector sets--where are they? What has become of the Lightning Glider that used to nestle under the living room tree? They were thing worth getting up at six o'clock in the morning to go down and see! But now--well, Christmas is losing all its glamor. A tour of the toy departments of the department stores shows that you've not been standing still. Yours toys have been making great progress. Today's youngsters have it swell. Vag felt very lonesome the other...