Word: headed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Pocahontas, facing pictures of the surrenders of Cornwallis and Burgoyne, the signing of the Declaration of Independence.) Bush-bearded Representative Tinkham of Massachusetts asked to be assured that the royal visit portended no entangling alliance. Courtly Senator Ashurst promised everyone that he would bow low as usual, said his head is always "unbloody but bowed...
...Chicago & North Western Railway Co. made its counsel, methodical Fred Wesley Sargent, its president and operating head. Last week, 63 and ailing, lawyer-railroader-gentleman Farmer Sargent resigned, having in 14 years seen the North Western win seven national rewards for safe operation...
...Brain Trust is Assistant Secretary of State Adolf Augustus Berle Jr. Short, dapper, arrogant, well-heeled Berle is a child prodigy who still likes to head the class. He is all at once: 1) analyst-extraordinary of corporate finance (The Modern Corporation and Private Property, 1932), 2) intimate of New York Muckraker Samuel Seabury who is backer of Republican Tom Dewey, 3) adviser to Franklin Roosevelt (whom he calls "Caesar" to his face), on everything from railroads to Munich...
Leading literary pluggers for the Nazi folk-soul are: Harms Johst, Germany's foremost dramatist by default, and since 1935 head of the Reich Chamber of Literature. His Schlageter was for years almost the only presentable Nazi drama. In 1934 Johst's play Prophets was so violently anti-Semitic that it frightened even Field Marshal Goring into banning it. Johst is author of the Nazi crack: "Whenever I hear the word Culture, I reach for my revolver...
...raises his tired head from the book. Outside a vague fragrance hangs in the wind as it eddies up from the south. A few puddles still nestle among the cobblestones--like the last salty drops on a wind-dried body. Tonight down by the river--a hundred rivers--the earth will remember how to spring again. Somewhere the sun will shine, and great clouds trundle away or crumble in the blue like fallen ramparts. Somewhere a housewife will wipe her red hands upon her apron and smile down at the first bewildering crocus. Along Marlborough Street the neat old gentlemen...