Word: kept
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...never been a grander set of Americans than those who came over this year-good sportsmen, good players and good lookers, and all great favorites of the crowd. Ted Schroeder won our hearts in one short fortnight, and Louise Brough's courage and Gussie's panties kept the female flag flying high...
There were a lot of other things Schwertz wanted. Instead of waiting for the school board to dribble him the funds, he kept going to the parents. Members of the Beauregard Mothers' Club flocked to meetings just to keep up with his new schemes. The fathers formed a Dads' Club...
...Ralph Nicholson bought the rundown Item for a song. The roof leaked so badly that the city editor kept a bucket on his desk in wet weather. Publisher Nicholson spent $350,000 in a new plant and equipment, boosted salaries, hired as editor Reporter Clayton Fritchey, who had won a Pulitzer citation for the Cleveland Press by sending six grafting police officers to prison. Under Editor Fritchey, the Item became the best-dressed newspaper in New Orleans with its short, snappy stories and eye-catching pictures. Circulation climbed from 67,000 to 97,000. This week 45-year-old Editor...
...together over $100,000 to buy a 50-acre tract in south Los Angeles, and started looking for money to finance the building. Not a banker in town would listen to her: "Ideals are fine," one told her, 'but you must, be practical." But Mrs. Grant kept wearing them down; finally, the Bank of America, which prides itself on financing the "little fellow," agreed to stake her to a $2,290,000 loan...
...After rolling it over on his tongue he added: "But there's something in that barrel that gives it a slight metallic taste." The other Senator took a dipperful, disagreed. "It's a slight leathery taste," he said. Laying a wager as to which was right, they kept dipping until the barrel was empty, then turned it over to see what was in it. Out dropped a leather-headed tack...