Word: hughe
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...cover) One day last week a bather at Bethany Beach, Del. walked into the surf wearing his wrist watch. The salt water all but ruined the watch but did not harm the bather. For sea baths, sunshine and rest in company with his wife were decidedly good for General Hugh S. Johnson?all the better because, as the watch incident showed, he was still preoccupied with business...
...tale. The details might be denied one by one as fabulous but their total effect was to dramatize beyond any denial the inward convulsions through which NRA is passing. About questions of impersonal policy, a highly personal contest was raging. This two-fold fight was not between Hugh Johnson and Donald Richberg alone. It was, in effect, a game of mixed doubles...
...overworked during the past year that he was in a constant state of irritation, but withal honest, forthright, energetic. Those who would welcome his departure do so only because if he stays they see no way of: 1) altering NRA policies; 2) changing NRA from a melodrama starring Hugh S. Johnson to a businesslike administration of recovery measures. Last week it was learned that the President had. as a reward of merit, raised the salary of the General from $6,800 to $15,000?equal to that of the Vice President, the Speaker, members of the Cabinet...
...hatted pigs were feeding. At the lower left Secretary of Agriculture Wallace was strangling the Goddess Ceres. Behind him a tax collector was removing a citizen's shirt. In the centre sat Secretary of the Treasury Morgenthau?a clown juggling money with a lap full of gold bricks. General Hugh S. Johnson was jumping irascibly on the roped figure of Industry. Also to be seen were Madam Secretary Perkins, Postmaster General Farley, Uncle Sam on a cross, dying cattle, silent factories, skulls, reaching arms, and a reformer chasing nudes out of the cinema...
Following hard on the heels of the four long turgid romances that make up The Berries Chronicle, Hugh Walpole's new novel reverts to his lighter vein. A Modern Comedy he calls this yarn of a present-day scalawag who, with the manners of Prince Charming and the soul of a snapping turtle, is the black sheep of a gentle English family. Author Walpole, who has a good word for everybody, seems to like even his own rogues. But most readers will have little sympathy with Captain Nicholas. He does not rise to the stature of a dark brooding Barry...