Word: hubbards
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Smith and the Phillies' management are sure that in Roberts they own baseball's biggest bargain. Even in front of a losing team he wins so often that he more than earns his salary (about $60,000, including income from endorsements)-and incidentally disproves Indiana Humorist Kin Hubbard's snide crack: "Knowin' all about baseball is just about as profitable as bein' a good whittler...
TELL IT NOT IN GATH, PUBLISH IT NOT IN THE STREETS OF ASKELON.†When the Advertiser questioned screwball Mayor Orville Hubbard (TIME, March 5, 1951) of Dearborn, Mich., he bragged that not a single Negro could get a place to live in his city of 114,000, though 15,000 of them worked there. Said the mayor: "I am for complete segregation, one million percent, on all levels...
...passes on city funds for maintenance of the museum. Said the board: "We see no compelling reason to seek the withdrawal, in whole or in part, of the exhibit." But after Colonel Owsley's angry query, "Has the park board gone soft on Communists?" Park Board President Ray Hubbard indicated that the main issue was far from being settled for good. Said he: "The issue of Communist art in the museum may come up for review again...
...Marx bought the red brick house for his first wife during World War II, but before they could move in, Renee Freda Marx died of cancer. After that, says Rosie O'Donnell, "Lou was both father and mother" to his children: Barbara, now 26, wife of Artist-Writer Earl Hubbard; Louis Jr., 24, a Princeton graduate, now a Marine lieutenant; Jacqueline ("Jackie"), a pretty, dark-haired Vassar graduate who joins New Jersey Republican Senator Case's Washington staff next month; and Patricia ("Patty"), 17, a freshman at Stanford...
...phrases he wants to transfer to his vocabulary. These are later typed by a secretary in a series of black books that Marx carries everywhere, studies in idle moments. For an hour, three or four times a week, he dons sneakers, a grey sweat suit and a Mother Hubbard bonnet that ties under his chin. With a black book in hand, he trots briskly around his driveway or the roof of his office building on lower Fifth Avenue as he memorizes new words. "After a stiff workout," says a friend, "Lou's breath comes in polysyllables...