Word: hell
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...pieces of his mind, but only one piece has leaked out. Over the scrambled eggs one day Mr. Roosevelt grumbled about the pressure on him to say what he will do next convention time. Said Mr. McNary: "This is your baby, Mr. President. Tell 'em to go to hell...
...lose his land by foreclosure. He got cancer of the face. All his horses died. He broke his arm. His car went to pot. He had to sell his hogs for practically nothing. When the subject of patriotism came up at school, his son James, 14, said the hell with the U. S. and The Star-Spangled Banner. The loan company foreclosed, and the Renshaws had to pay rent to keep on living on their own farm. Mrs. Renshaw broke her collarbone, and Doris, 12, and Iris, 11, had to do all the housework and tend the chickens...
When he reached the Valley of Chin, he found it no longer a land of rice and persimmons. It was a battleground, a mud-soaked, blood-soaked Hell. The severest rains in years and a Japanese Army crazed with hunger and lust had simultaneously descended on it. By the time he arrived the Japanese had been pushed back, but he was told and could see what had happened...
...fraternity men proceeded to pass resolutions: condemning Hell Week (initiation week) shenanigans, deploring "recent lapses from good taste on the part of certain fraternity chapters that have lent themselves to pictorial exploitation." Elected president of the National Undergraduate Interfraternity Council was a model boy, Michigan State's Arthur Howland, a student who is working his way through college by leading a dance band...
...opera has been Milton Cross's job, hobby, and spiritual sustainer for more years than NBC has been a patron. As a boy, vacationing from his Hell's Kitchen Manhattan neighborhood, he fought for the job of delivering butter to the great Louise Homer's country house, just for the exquisite thrill of seeing the great Homer herself. Once he paid to carry a spear in a Metropolitan mob scene. He studied at the Damrosch Institute of Musical Art, sang in choirs, doodled clefs & staffs on tablecloths and phone pads and dreamed of a career in music...