Word: hopelessly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...told Snowden: "I never have been able to understand treasury economics. ... I can't see that ?20 taken from a rich man and given to 20 poor men means a loss of business. . . . Let's call for sacrifices all round. Instead of starting with the weak and hopeless-that is, the unemployed down-&-outs-let's start at the top . . . unless we are willing to say, 'Let them starve.'" Not long afterward the Cabinet split mortally and foundered. Down went most of Labor. Up went the Three. Old George, largely because he had built...
...Teagle's Norias Annie v. Doctor Blue Willing, a lemon-spotted pointer owned by L. D. Johnson of Evansville, Ind. Norias Annie is a black & white relative of famed Mary Blue, who won for Mr. Teagle in 1929 and 1931. She was gun- shy and bird-shy, a "hopeless case," when Handler Chesley Harris began her training. Doctor Blue Willing is a three-year-old whose pace on the big circuits marked him as championship material this year. They started under ideal conditions at 9 a. m.-bright sun, ground drying, little wind-and the dog found a bevy...
...Faolain has the good fortune to be obsessed by a single idea. Readers of "Midsummer Night's Madness" will recall how the formally unrelated short stories in that book all elaborated a central theme; the change--usually a disintegrating change--wrought upon its characters by the stress of a hopeless political revolt. In "A Nest of Simple Folk" the pattern of a family chronicle extending in time from 1854 to 1906 is woven about a similar theme. By tracing the fortunes of three generations of Irish men and women, Mr. O'Faolain has been able to realize the implications...
...five nights without changing my clothes. I had been in the alcoholic ward of Bellevue with D. T.'s five times. Once I was there for six weeks, and when I came out I went right back to the old life because I thought my case was hopeless. And then a young man sent me to Calvary Mission...
...morning, when the search seemed most hopeless, Baron de Dixmunde atop the cliff, tripped over a rope caught round the limb of a tree. The end was broken. Twenty feet below were the King's broken glasses and his cap. There were traces of blood on the rocks. At the foot of the cliff lay the body of Albert. He was quite dead. There was a great hole in the back of his skull...