Word: huges
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Backed by the money of Oilman Joseph Newton Pew, Publisher Patterson made over his entire magazine, high-pressured circulation from 1,000,000 to 1,350,000, advertising revenue from $300,000 to $1,150,000. All he lacked to be a huge success were the lucrative cosmetic, baby-food and home appliance ads, which instead of flocking to Farm Journal remained with The Farmer's Wife of St. Paul (circ. 1,170,000), only magazine written exclusively for farm women...
...they are, no jackpot is likely to shower down. The Tree of Liberty, Elizabeth Page's first novel, took five years to write, will not take so long to read. Its breeziness is astounding, in view of the hot and heavy research the author did for it (32 huge collections of national, state, private records and letters, files of 26 periodicals, 183 biographies, histories, travel books, reference books). Its setting is Virginia from 1754 to 1806, easily the most fact-packed era in U. S. history. Miss Page, who once wanted to be a history professor, gets...
...Finnerty, Callahan, and Fox out-pulling Art Bosworth, Jack Waldron, and Him Curwen--Harvard's best medley relay combination. Bossie, supposed to be home with a cold, gained a body-length over Finnerty, but Captain Callahan did has breastroke 100 in around 1:04 to pile up a huge lead over Waldron, another sick-list swimmer. Curwen was faced with the prospect of overcoming a deficit of almost one lap in the free-style leg, but Coach Ulen signaled him to ease up. The time, 3:04.8, was excellent for the Columbia pool...
...years Odon von Horvath lived in the shadow of a huge, sinister, apparently dead but always growing tree-the German State. He was born in 1901 in what was then Serbia, where his father served in the Austro-Hungarian embassy. He was educated in Budapest. During his adolescence the German tree trunk burned itself hollow with...
...long after writing this book, Odon von Horvath was walking along the Champs Elysees in Paris. The usual crowd was all around him, straining against a high wind. It was June, and the trees were gay and green with their new foliage-except for one huge, dying chestnut tree. A sudden gust swept against it. It tottered, cracked, started to fall. Von Horvath, preoccupied, did not hear the people scream as he walked into its shadow. The dead tree crushed him dead, and Odon von Horvath had his wish...