Word: homed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...well-known European language which even remotely resembles the difficult Magyar tongue is Finnish. Mainly for this reason, sentimental Hungarians consider the Finns "our northern cousins." Last week Hungarians were dismayed to hear of the Soviet invasion of Finland. At the same time fear of the Russians came nearer home with disturbing occurrences on their own Russian (recently Polish) frontier. Red Army soldiers, it was reported, fired on Hungarian sentries. More important, Hungarian military authorities seized large batches of Communist propaganda pamphlets shipped into eastern Carpatho-Ukraine, the mountainous district which Hungary grabbed from dying Czecho-Slovakia last March...
...does all it can to cooperate. A piece of monstrous twaddle, so old-fashioned as to be almost refreshing, it concerns three generations of a hot-blooded Boer family who live somewhere on the veldt. The husbands systematically bully the wives, and the wives systematically bump off the husbands. Home life, between whiles, is saved from monotony by Satan (who arrives so punctually each day he could just as well deliver the mail), assorted ghosts, the old lady's coffin (which, pending its final function, she uses as a kind of chaise longue), windstorms, shotguns, sluts from the city...
...been arrested on a charge of second-degree burglary for breaking into a neighbor's home, making off with two caged birds and a radio, which he said were really his. (Case was dismissed.) He had gone to Reno, hoping to persuade Mrs. Knight to drop her suit, "succeeded only in creating a rumpus," according to the New York Daily Mirror...
...Petite Gironde to let her write some articles. Intimate as the bedchamber anecdotes of a gossip columnist, they soon caught on. Before long, Tabouis became foreign news editor of L'Oeuvre, anemic liberal organ of the Radical-Socialist Party. Pale, gaunt-faced Tabouis does her work at home, spends 18 hours a day in her glittering Chinese apartment, calling Embassies in London, Rome, the Balkans, studiously writing down whatever her informants tell...
Tabouis's influence is not confined to France: her observations are syndicated abroad, are taken more seriously in England and the U. S. than they are at home. Last year a London Catholic journal, The Tablet, called her "one of the gravest of contemporary international dangers." Said The Tablet: "There is no era of history and no country of the world upon which she is not incompetent to write. . . . There can, indeed, be few other living writers who are as ignorant of anything as Mme Tabouis is of everything...