Word: joy
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Boucher, and the gem of the collection, "The Burgomaster's Daughter" by Lucas Cranach. Impulsively, M. le President rushed forward and wrung the hand of the spry little old gentleman who had given all this to France. "Monsieur Tuck," said M. Doumergue, "this visit has been a real joy to me. Your latest munificence will perpetuate your name in the memory of a grateful France. Monsieur Tuck, we practically consider you a Frenchman!" It was a heartfelt if somewhat startling compliment. As every French social ite knows, leaders of the U. S. colony in Paris are three elderly gentlemen...
...months than in the first six months of any calendar year. Part is also due to more careful procedure within the Department of Commerce, more rigorous checking of pilots' extravagant claims of "hours." But much of the slackness was undoubtedly a falling off of costly private flying, even of joy-hopping, because of the Depression...
...another running fusillade of political criticism, with the speaker taking aim as of old with his phrases "Listen to this. . . . Well, what happened? . . . That's history now. . . . Here's the record. . . . Here's a warm one. . . ." President Hoover was his main target. The house roared with joy when he asked: "Where are all those chickens that were to be in every pot? What became of the automobiles and the silk stockings for everybody...
Twelve years ago the nations of the world laid down the tools of war. The first Armistice day in 1918 was a wild thanksgiving that peace had been restored. Gradually the world has forgotten the significance of November eleventh, and the joy of victory has given way to the happiness of a day of rest. This is altogether natural. To those who fought, the war has become four years of far off turmoil. For the others it is only a distant memory...
...their shoulders. Their "Al" Smith was 400 mi. north, and before he became President would be 800 mi. away in Rio de Janeiro. But fortunately he had left behind a young man, one Osvaldo Aranha as acting president of the state. To his office in Porto Alegre rushed the joy-mad mob, carried him with roars of triumph to the Grande Hotel, put him on a balcony. Three times the young man tried but failed to speak, so full was his heart...