Word: haps
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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This year Mrs. Roosevelt may have crossed her fingers. Thus far there has been no sign of chickenpox or tonsillitis (Sister & Buzzie Dall, 1932), sinus (Franklin Jr. 1936) or other ill hap. On hand will be still-ailing Harry Hopkins, Secretary of Commerce, and his bright-eyed, motherless daughter, Diana, 7. And last to open her stocking-by custom-will be the President's 85-year-old mother, Sara Delano Roosevelt, still the belle of the Hudson Valley...
Charlie Pommer's 68 years, high brow, jutting nose, pince-nez and white-piped vests make him the picture of statesmanship, but not the mouthpiece. Last week some newsmen feared a Democratic victory in Philadelphia might remove Mr. Pommer from his post and their ken. Against that untoward hap, they set about collecting his legendary sayings...
...long ago as 1931, Britain's Physicist Charles Galton Darwin, grandson of the late Charles Darwin, compared physics to "a mother who has given birth to several healthy children, but has not yet recovered sufficiently to know what is going to hap pen next." More closely now than ever does physics resemble a bewildered and bewildering Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe...
...alternative is not, as political rascals would have us believe, between government paternalism and the present rotten and hap-hazard situation, but between government paternalism and an improvement along liberal, but completely capitalistic lines, an education of all the people according to the good, old-fashioned, bourgeois ideals of individual responsibility, thrift, the home, and suspicion of politics and politicians...
...priceless collection. When Lady Slane in turn hands over her unwelcome bequest to charity and a museum her children are furious but her own equanimity is restored. When one of her great-grandchildren comes to see her, to thank her for what she has done. Lady Slane is perfectly hap py, dies at just the right moment. The Author. Victoria Mary ("Vita") Sackville-West writes with such urbanity and aloofness, with what seems like such an inward eye of aged solitude, it is hard to realize that she is only 39. Like her diplomatist husband. Harold Xicolson...