Word: heyes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week Hey wood Broun wrote his final column for the New York World-Telegram. It was a farewell to dapper little Roy Howard, who had been his boss for almost twelve years. Said Broun, polite as always, though he dictated from his bed in a Manhattan hotel, where he lay ill with grippe: "There were fights, frenzies, some praise and a lot of dough, and a good deal of fun in my relationship with Roy." Said Roy Howard, also polite, in a note appended to Broun's column: "Heywood was occasionally a bit of a headache. But like...
...Hey," yelled McDermott, who is wonderfully kind to cub reporters but a bull dog to rowdy ones, "cut that out, or we'll throw you out." "I'll ask the boss about that," said Wilson in a mock huff, and walked down the hall to the office of the then Assistant Secretary of State Nelson Trusler Johnson (who had just been notified of his appointment as Minister to China). Two hours later someone put his head in the Assistant Secretary's door. Nelson Johnson and Lyle Wilson were tossing the airplane at each other, laughing like...
...called over to Torby. "Hey, Flash, a hand with this shirt." Torby came over and yanked the jersey into place over the shoulder pads, so that big "52" slid down somewhere between his shoulder blades. He turned and grinned at Torby. Torby looked a little anxious. Tom whispered over...
...They will never call him Papa Pershing," War Correspondent Hey wood Broun wrote 22 years ago in France. Last week, when the commanding general of the A. E. F. was 79, there was no record that any of his one-time doughboys had yet called him Papa. But many a veteran of World War I sent birthday greetings to John J. Pershing, General of the Armies...
Next thing Louisiana knew, Dr. & Mrs. Smith had turned up at Brockville, Ont., and State and local authorities were tumbling over themselves for the glory of bringing back the fugitives. Dr. Smith in his hey-heyday had bought a $20,000 plane wherein to lug promising athletes to L. S. U. and on week-end pleasure trips This was the craft in which L. S. U.'s president was to be flown home to face charges. Inasmuch as the flying "football beef" (as the students called it) had only four seats and required a pilot, only one officer could...