Word: hudsons
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...plowed through difficult statistical jobs with NRA, WPA, U. S. Department of Labor, etc. These two, with three assistants, were set up in N.B.E.R.'s financial research workshop-an estate (next door to Arturo Toscanini), in swank Riverdale, N. Y., with tennis court, swimming pool, view of the Hudson. Handed to them was a stack of raw material: statistics on the purchases of 60,000 U. S. families, collected by white-collar WPAsters...
Mother Advocate is laying plans to camouflage its building against "air raid, gas attack, and snow storm," Hudson Ansley '41, staff artist and camouflager, revealed last night...
High over the silver Hudson, in uptown Manhattan, stands a giant's village of towering, cream-brick buildings: Columbia-Presbyterian Medical Center.* Most extraordinary of the hospitals in this doctors' Mecca is the 14-story Neurological Institute, erected ten years ago through the heroic efforts of late, great Neurologist Frederick Tilney. Last year, after wielding an influence among devoted young neurologists second only to that of famed Harvey Gushing (see p. 60), Dr. Tilney died. As acting director, the trustees appointed modest Dr. Robert Frederick Loeb. Last week, warmhearted, diplomatic Tracy Putnam came down from Harvard to take...
...knot motor yacht Q. E. D., streamlined startler designed by and built for Dutch Airman Anthony Herman Gerard Fokker in his slickest airflow style, sank in the Hudson River near Yonkers, N. Y. Honeymooning on the borrowed boat were a bride and groom of five hours, friends of Fokker, when a fire started in an ornamental fireplace in an after cabin, spread quickly, driving honeymooners and crew overboard. At the launching a year ago, Designer Fokker mused: "I hope it will be obsolete within two years. . . . That is good. That is progress. Today there are too many yachts that outlive...
...resembles the hero of The Asiatics in his magic immunity from hunger, accident, fatigue. When Tom loses Lucy he knows he'll see her again simply because Lucy is going to Texas, too. A pursued gangster gives him a ride in a big, black Hudson; he lives on an occasional hamburger, sleeps happily in thickets, in barns, on lawns. The little towns of the Midwest, the hitchhikers, lunchroom girls, farmers, high school kids, old people, down-and-outers, all pass by in Prokosch's limpid prose, phantasmagoria hauntingly created but incredible in a landscape sensuously seen, smelt...