Word: guess
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Having been a regular reader of your publication for some time, I write to ask if in the near future you will print a prognostication as to the outcome of the November election, listing the States and your guess as to how each will cast its electoral vote...
...guess I'm getting old. . . . Yes?I lack nerve. Flying over the Greenland ice cap this year, ... as I looked down on it, I found myself getting afraid. When I came across there before it didn't bother me a bit." Then Capt. Wolfgang von Gronau rose, clicked his heels, bowed his visitors out, went to sleep while Montreal Teutons waited hopefully to toast him at a midnight supper...
Neighbor Rosicky, when Doctor Burleigh told him he had a bad heart, said, "So? No, I guess my heart was always pretty good. I got a little asthma, maybe." A Bohemian farmer with Rosicky's resilient enjoyment of life was not likely to be much worried but Rosickv's wife made him sit in the kitchen and take life easy while his sons did the plowing. Rosicky's long habit of friendliness finally got the better of him. He thought the thistles ought to be cleared out of the alfalfa field on his son Rudolph's farm...
...admirer of the U. S., Author Priestley contrives to have his hero bored by a Cincinnati Babbitt who remarks of his library of tourist literature: "I guess I've got the most complete one in the States." More profound and more profitable than Author Priestley's knowledge of U. S. idiom is his knowledge of how to give unreal characters an air of reality by letting them sit down in out-of-the-way places to chat about everyday matters like sex, communism, the cinema, debauchery, patriotism, honesty. The ramblings of Author Priestley's invention are limitless. They make Faraway...
...revealed that she and her husband, Broker Franklin I. Mallory, are now "poor," that she will soon open a sports shop for women in Manhattan. For six weeks late ly Mrs. Mallory had a job as saleswoman in Saks Fifth Avenue, swank department store. "Well, they fired me. I guess I wasn't so much a drawing card as they hoped I'd be ... you're soon forgot...