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Word: hummings (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...speech that brought the sales executives to their feet was made by Clarence Francis, executive vice president of General Foods and the man who is supposed to make that corporation hum. Cried...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business & Finance: New, New, New, New, New | 10/28/1935 | See Source »

...scheduled Cheyenne landing. Simultaneously, another plane approached from the East. "Please delay landing until further orders while Westbound plane comes in," radioed the operator to Pilot Collison. There was no answer. The operator signaled again. Still there came no sound of the pilot's voice, no hum of motors in the quiet, clear night...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Transport: Crash in Crow Creek | 10/14/1935 | See Source »

...point of appreciating poetry. You published a review of Ogden Nash's last book with a picture of John Chamberlain and his wife, and the story of Mr. Chamberlain's literary rise. You even said that Edna Millay wasn't so good! Ho, hum. Does your reviewer like Mother Goose...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Jul. 1, 1935 | 7/1/1935 | See Source »

...turn attention to quiet Ray Noble, no ordinary, illiterate, catchpenny songwriter but the well-mannered son of a well-to-do London neurologist and a nephew of T. Tertius Noble, the venerated organist of St. Thomas' Episcopal Church in Manhattan. Organist Noble has never been known to hum "Goodnight, Sweetheart." Nor has he ever met his nephew, famed now for having turned out some of the best dance records in England. But only three blocks away from St. Thomas' last week, Ray Noble began a job which any young musician might envy. He undertook a long-time engagement...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: British Bandman | 6/10/1935 | See Source »

Outside it was still pitch dark. Bowen Tufts slipped into his overcoat, put on his hat, stepped out of doors. He walked across the lawn and entered the garage, shutting the doors tight behind him. When the motor of his Packard sedan settled down to a quiet hum, he climbed out of the front seat, walked to the rear of the garage. Carefully taking off his hat, he lay down on the cement floor, a foot from the purring exhaust. At seven in the morning the maid found the motor still running. Bowen Tufts was dead...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business & Finance: Boston Bubble | 6/3/1935 | See Source »

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