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Word: hurtful (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...painting is continuous and more fluid than this sort of thing. You must sustain a mood. This can be picked up and put down at will. It is more precise and you must have time to think your effects out well ahead of time. It never used to hurt my eyes either, but I'm afraid it does a little now. I shan't do any more of them. I am appalled at the thought of the work that went into these things. I can't explain where I got the patience to do them...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Mothers' Medium | 11/4/1935 | See Source »

...Inspector Izeleclaimed that he would be willing to appear before the Governor in defense of the building. "You've got to sue common, sense in a case like this; if the University wants to make the building more convenient, that's one thing, but as far as anyone being hurt in fire is concerned, there is no danger...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: HARVARD HALL DECREED SAFE FROM FIRE THREAT | 11/1/1935 | See Source »

...story of a design-for-living trio who've grown up together only to get hurt and tangled in the war. Despite the fact that it moves at rather a slow pace, the film is done so carefully and played with such sincerity as to be extremely impressive...

Author: By L. P. Jr., | Title: The Moviegoer | 10/28/1935 | See Source »

Snowy-thatched Speaker Henry T. Rainey died last year (TIME, Aug. 27, 1934). Last week's difficulties were due entirely to Widow Rainey's desire not to hurt anybody's feelings. One artist after another begged her permission to paint the official portrait. Kindhearted, she told each & every applicant to go ahead. Result: pictures of Speaker Rainey flooded the office of Chairman Keller until by last week there were ten in all. Nine of them, bearing a marked resemblance not only to the late Speaker but to each other, lined the Committee's office wall...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Speaking Likeness | 10/28/1935 | See Source »

...face was burning, and the men in white kept looking down at him and then talking to each other. They looked cloudy and very far away. Even the sirens sounded far away, like the Lowell House bells that woke him up last Sunday morning. The Vagabond was badly hurt. He heard one of the young men say so. He could not feel his legs. Suddenly, as if stabbed in the side, he jerked up and screamed, "My column! My God, my Column! Help, help, the Crimson...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 10/24/1935 | See Source »

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