Word: hills
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Angell Evelyn Baker, Weston Elisha Atkins Elsa Mohr, Philadelphia Charles A. Baker Alice Ann Moore, Newport, R. I. Hugh S. Harbour Maria Kidder, New York City Yale A. Harkan Elinore Glazier, Belmont Daniel D. Barker Celia Hubbard, Cambridge Thomas P. Barneleld Naney Kenyon, Pawtucket Robert Barnet Elizabeth Pratt, Wellesley Hills J. Malsolan Harter Helon Lewis, Beverly Philip C. Beals Dinny Chaffee, Belmont Robert C. Benchley Jr. Doris-Ann Graham, Englewood, N. J. Rodney Hoynton Polly Blodgett, Boston Leon H. Brachman Marcia Wilson, Dorchester Charles Breunig Mary Lewis, Indianapolis Jack E. Bronston Georgia Clark, Rochester, N. H. Walter D. Brooks Anne...
Tomorrow afternoon from three to six o'clock, Jack Hill will give the Yardlings music for a tea dance to be held at the Phillips Brooks House. The final event of the Jubilee week-end will be a concert given on the steps of Widener at seven o'clock in the evening...
...botany. But Purslane is worth a top place on any publisher's list. The first novel of a North Carolina folk-play writer, Purslane will remind most readers of Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings' South Moon Under. Unsentimental, authentic, humorous, moving, it tells a tale of a North Carolina hill family at the turn of the century...
...House's week was enlivened by a fight in the California delegation. Democrat Alfred J. Elliott received by mistake a check for $100 made out to Republican Bertrand W. ("Bud") Gearhart by a Mrs. Gertrude Achilles of Morgan Hill, Calif., urging passage of a bill to create John Muir-Kings Canyon National Park. Mr. Elliott had the check photostatted, sent it back to California for remailing, set the FBI to watch for its cashing, and told people to watch him catch Bud Gearhart taking a bribe. When he got the check, Bud Gearhart returned it to Mrs. Achilles honestly...
Beside the little Pawcatuck River, six miles back of where the Atlantic makes Watch Hill a swank summer resort, the lively 270-year-old town of Westerly, R. I. (pop.: 11,000) lies snug against most ordinary ocean blows. But the one that whistled in on the afternoon of last September 21 was no ordinary blow, it was the wildest in the memory of any New Englander. Having washed a good deal of Watch Hill away, it tossed garages and outbuildings into the air, snapped off church steeples, huffed houses down, crippled the power lines, blew in, among others...