Word: homesickness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Desperately homesick, sick of the senseless killing and intrigues, George and Alfred concluded bitterly that "things Americans believed in didn't seem to mean anything in this foreign country." Anti-U. S. feeling, open attacks on U. S. troops reached a peak with the refusal of General Graves to deliver a shipment of guns when he discovered a plot to use them against his own men. But what hurt most was to read in the screaming newspapers from home that all of them, including General Graves, were Bolsheviks to a man. On a railway platform Alfred...
...most proper British magazines, their Christmas number is the climax of the year. By last week, most major British magazines had shipped out their cheery, dowdy Christmas annuals to make the Holidays complete for homesick Britons all over the world. Heading the list was the venerable funnybook Punch, with its Almanack for 1937, which was like any other issue of Punch except that it had a cover in color by Ernest Howard ("When We Were Very Young") Shepard, many a color page inside...
Next morning Ruby Hart ("Miss Nebraska") announced that she was homesick, sped to Newark airport, flew back to Omaha. That left only 47 beauties to appear that evening in the ballroom of the Steel Pier before a committee composed of Illustrators James Montgomery Flagg and Russell Patterson, Vincent Trotter of Paramount Pictures' Art Department, George B. Petty of Esquire, Photographer Hal Phyfe. Black-haired, blue-eyed Rose Veronica Coyle, 22, of Yeadon, Pa. became "Miss America of 1936," won a trip by air to Hollywood and a screen test.* Convulsively clutching her loving-cup, Rose Veronica Coyle beamed, squealed...
...author's bias, warn him that Dos Passes' picture of reality has been colored by his personal experiences. After the chapter in The Big Money describing Charley Anderson's return to the U. S., The Camera Eye relates memories of Dos Passes' own homesick return after the War: spine stiffens with the remembered chill of the offshore Atlantic and the jag of framehouses in the west above the invisible land and spiderweb rollercoasters and the chewinggum towers of Coney and the freighters with their stacks way aft and the blur beyond Sandy Hook...
Those who dwell in marble halls are not uniformly blessed. Last week in Boston Victor L. Chrisler of the National Bureau of Standards revealed that the nine Justices of the Supreme Court of the U. S. are homesick for the good hearing that they enjoyed in their little vestibule of a courtroom in the Capitol. In their vast new marble chamber, in their vast new marble building, the acoustics are so poor that when Mr. Justice Roberts at one end of the bench leans forward to ask a question, Mr. Justice Cardozo at the other end can hardly hear...