Word: heard
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...this part of the country, when someone jumps into a gap in the conversation with this remark: "I heard a most extraordinary story the other day"-anyone may interrupt with "Stop right there! I know what you are going to tell us. A friend of yours, or someone's sister, or your aunt's cousin, picked up in her car a woman who was walking wearily along the street. She got into the back seat and after a silence announced 'Someone will die in this car today.' After the driver had recovered a little, she went...
...have heard this story five times in different parts of New England. Yesterday I read in the latest copy of The New Yorker-from the letter from Paris-the following: ". . . A gipsy woman got into an autobus and sat down next to a Parisienne who moved her handbag out of the gipsy's reach. The gipsy said, 'Why do you do that when you have only 18 francs in your bag?' The woman had exactly that sum. Then the gipsy told each of the other passengers how much he or she had, down to the last...
Vocalist Bob Eberly turned out a performance on the band's record of "Body and Soul" a few weeks ago that gives him the tap as being the best band vocalist working. He has a swell voice that's well enough trained so that he can be heard sans microphone, something most singers have to think twice about. The "Colonel" has in addition a swell sense of humor that makes him one of the band's chief assets...
Although impartial observers claim that over ninety per cent of contemporary newspaper publishers never went out for the Crimson, the fact remains that no less a man than James Bryant Conant (Crimson '13) has been heard to say that--for a certain type of man--the Crimson is more valuable than any regular curricular work. It is unfortunate that Harvard's president never went on to specify what certain type of man he was referring to; however, after delving deep into the depths of its morgue the Crimson board finally is able to clarify this statement...
Green's journal is an anthology of the things which an intelligence of a high order has seen, heard, talked of, cared for, feared, felt, thought, during the past ten years. There is an obsession, as readers of his novels would expect, with death; a strong interest in the "macabre" (a word he nowhere uses); a pervasive fear of war, of revolution, of the end of civilization; the constant meditation of a devout man who has abandoned formal religion. There are "portraits" of Gide, Stein, Cocteau; excellent observations on painting, sculpture, music, films, above all on writing...