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...Review printed a moderate objection. After four days quiet, Archbishop Curley returned from a trip out of town, heard what had gone on, reached for his telephone. An underling on the Sun's desk took the call. To all the Archbishop had to say, that unhappy deskman could only gulp and stammer. Later in the day Editor John W. Owens visited the Archbishop who demanded a public apology by the Sun on his own terms. Editor Owens refused...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Archbishop v. Sun | 7/23/1934 | See Source »

Lawyer Charles Gulp Burlingham of New York LL.D...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: Kudos Jul. 2, 1934 | 7/2/1934 | See Source »

...flipped out tentative feelers of yellow water. Like a wandering serpent, one mile-wide flood flailed ponderously across Honan Province. Where the old and new beds of the Hwang Ho fork, roily water slupped around the cities of Chengchow, Lanfeng and Kaifeng, drowning 1,000 working peasants at one gulp near the latter...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Yellow Shift | 8/28/1933 | See Source »

What prompted the Dalrymple statement was the fact that there is today under government bond in the U. S. only about 6,000,000 gal. of medicinal hard liquor. After Repeal the country would gulp this all down in a few weeks. Because it takes four years to age real whiskey, an acute domestic liquor shortage looms unless production is again permitted. As it is unlikely that the Federal Government will grant that permission in advance of final Repeal, foreign liquor manufacturers have amassed enormous surplus stocks for shipment into the U. S. at a moment's notice...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: PROHIBITION: Repeal by Christmas | 7/31/1933 | See Source »

...minutes the grimy pilot was held prisoner in Winnie Mae's cockpit by the railling, shouting mob. Post's Manager Lee Trenholm fought his way through, managed to hand Pilot Post a jug of ice water which he drained at a gulp, and a white handkerchief to cover his empty left-eye socket (he had lost his white patch in Alaska). Radio announcers all but jammed microphones down his throat. ''Where have you been since last Saturday?" Manager Trenholm asked obligingly for the benefit of radio's millions of listeners. "Damned if I know," Pilot...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Aeronautics: About Midnight | 7/31/1933 | See Source »

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