Word: hayes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...clothing allowance at $5,400. Smartly groomed and ubiquitous, Brenda was a photographer's cynosure all through 1938. In her unglamorous moments, she wears shell-rimmed spectacles and calls her mother, now Mrs. Frederic N. Watriss, "Mummie." In more typical moments, she led a night club's hay ride through Manhattan's streets, served as debutante chairman of charity's Velvet Ball, posed for Woodbury's Soap ads. Last month, publicly expressing displeasure with her daughter's constant publicity, Mrs. Watriss packed her off to Nassau and her maternal grandparents...
...Henry Wallace's hay is down. He now hopes that it won't take too bad a wetting before the barometer of farm income turns up again. Already the rain has made his Presidential boom soggy. Jim Farley's assertion that the Democrats could not pick an ex-Republican as their candidate in 1940 and the Janizariat's anger at Wallace's refusal to help purge Iowa's Senator Gillette did not do the Wallace boom so much damage as the defeat last month of his Iowa political ally, Governor Kraschel...
Settlement. An awkward Latin American wrinkle this year has been the bitter renewal of the eleven-year-old U. S.-Mexican quarrel over agrarian land expropriations. Last week. Secretary Hull released a cordial exchange of notes with Mexican Foreign Minister Eduardo Hay, embodying a settlement...
...clearly up to Franklin Delano Roosevelt, as the leader of the other great power whose home shores are washed by the Pacific and who has been the defender of unrestricted trade with the Orient ever since the China Open Door policy was sponsored by Secretary of State John Hay in 1899. U. S. warships commanded by Commodore Perry opened up Japan to trade with the Occident in 1854, and today no argument short of dispatching units of the U. S. Navy to Japanese waters seemed likely to be effective. There was no sign that the President even contemplated that...
Author Smitter tells a story strongly reminiscent of Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men. Says Big Russ, trying to entice his little pal Bennie (the narrator) to the woods and clam beds: "There'd be the smell of new clover hay and cornflowers in the air and by'n'by the fire would get low and go out and you'd see the fireflies . . . and way off somewhere -t'hell 'n' gone over the river-you'd hear a cowbell...