Word: hushing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...everyone's relief, the secret was out. Last week a Fort Worth matron, Mrs. Ruth Annette Subbie, 45, answered her telephone, sobbing with excitement, screamed out the identity of "Miss Hush" (Dancer Martha Graham), and won the biggest heap of prizes in radio history: $21,500 worth. After last fortnight's broad hints (TIME, Dec. 8), the mystery of Miss Hush was no longer very mysterious. For Dancer Graham it had been a big publicity binge. For the March of Dimes it had been worth at least $350,000. For Listener Subbie it was more of the same...
...weeks ago "Miss Hush," an unnamed but "famous American unmarried lady," murmured into a microphone these Orphic clues to her identity. Millions of Americans, feverishly jotting them on cuffs, newspapers and old paper bags, remembered that the winners of Truth or Consequences' contests on Mr. Hush (Jack Dempsey) and Mrs. Hush (Clara Bow) had won $13,500 and $17,590 respectively. Soon the Hush money had fact-finding listeners in block-long queues at the Los Angeles Public Library; in Manhattan's Times Square, tipsters hawked greensheets (the not-so-hot tip: Evangeline Booth) at $1. But nobody...
...March of Dimes (a donation with a letter is suggested as the price of admission to the contest) collected something like $125,000. Listeners brightly guessed Elsa Maxwell, Maude Adams, Sister Kenny, Tallulah Bankhead, Mary Pickford, Mary Garden. But still nobody guessed right. Last week Miss Hush tried to spill the beans...
...part of the chieftains of the Alumni Association and the Associated Harvard Clubs to conduct the fundraising campaign which the undergraduate-endowed Student Activities Center would involve. But justified resentful response to the decision will rest with the near-chicanery of the Committee's procedure and its continuous hush-hush policy...
...Setembro in the dirty little town of Rio Casca in Minas Gerais State, some 8,000 people, a mosaic of the diseases of Brazil, had been softly singing the haunting hymn I Shall Be with My Mother. The faded grey shutters of the house swung open. A hush came over the malformed, the sick, the hopeful and the curious. One man fell on his knees. Behind him a weeping father supported a son on whose face was an idiot's grin...