Word: good
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...reasons: some backers objected to German and Italian singers, Wagnerian operas; others were alarmed about wars and rumors of wars. To the rescue of Covent Garden leaped gruff, goateed Sir Thomas Beecham, who has spent uncounted sums from his pill income ("Worth a Guinea a Box") to give England good music, like...
...waltz or polka. An army officer told Sousa that in a Borneo jungle he met a boy with a violin, sawing out the familiar deedle-dee-dums of the march. How many millions of copies the Washington Post sold, John Philip Sousa never knew. Like many composers with a good tune, he sold his rights to it early, to a Philadelphia publisher...
...became executor, Elder Statesman Elihu Root the lawyer, of the $135,000,000 Ryan estate. In kindly Pacifist Root's scheme of things, the sale of man-killers had no place. Quietly he put Auto-Ordnance on the shelf. The Thompsons, father and son, had done a good selling job, were on the way to making it better, but under Elihu Root's benign influence, sales were turned over to an agency. Auto-Ordnance went after no business. The Thompsons left the company...
...hell for a ribbon to wear on his chest. So French soldiers are among the most decorated fighting men in the world. Finding that Napoleon had judged human nature right, France now gives 25 kinds of civilian decorations,* medals (and lapel ribbons) for rearing big families, turning out a good beet crop, running a business-like prison, doing an average job of teaching school (about half of all French teachers have the Palmes Académiques), putting out fires, collecting taxes...
...with his gold watch chain gleaming across his comfortable paunch. They like their 36-hour, five-day week, which they have had for six years. They like the immemorial company custom by which an officer of the firm stands at the front door of the plant to say good morning to them individually each day and to wave to them when they go home...