Word: knowed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...born nine 'miles from Rugby, wired earnestly but distantly: "Only God can make a tree and it takes Him over 100 years." To the Chattanooga Woman's Press Club, Secretary of State Cordell Hull was less aloof: "Assuming that the trees are the ones that I know, I join with you ... in earnestly urging that they shall not be destroyed...
...President can cow Jim Farley, who would rather have almost anybody nominated but Mr. McNutt; 3) anathema to New Deal extremists like Secretary of the Interior Harold Ickes, who said last fortnight that Paul McNutt could never win liberal support. Roared genial Mr. McNutt: "You don't know whether the quarterback wants you to carry the ball or to run interference. Sometimes the whole team wants to call the signals. .. . My office [Federal Security Administrator] is only an epithet away from the Interior Department and a stone's throw from the Post Office Department...
Many Dutch villages have their St. Nicholases and Black Peters, generally two popular local characters who know all the children. By prearrangement with parents, they leave toys for good children or threaten to leave a birch switch for bad as they go from house to house. Especially naughty moppets are supposed to be terrified into good behavior when grimacing Black Peter threatens: "Unless you mend your ways, I'll carry you off in my bag to Spain!" According to one legend, Blackamoor Peter came from one of the ancient lands of the Moors...
Meanwhile, Composer Walton, who had hoped to be there on the night, was busy driving an ambulance somewhere in England. Wrote he, mournfully, in a letter to Violinist Heifetz: "I don't know when I will hear the concerto-perhaps never. I have been hoping that the performance will be broadcast. If it is, can you make a recording of it and send it to me?" The performance was not broadcast, but Violinist Heifetz planned to make a private recording for Composer Walton...
Santa, how about a new deal for the college generation? A lot of those toys are too damn good to be wasted on infants who don't know how to enjoy them properly. Frankly, Vag could use an electric train this Christmas. His roommates wouldn't laugh. They're a bit sheepish on the subject--but Vag bets they'd play too. So, could you spare one train--just a little one? Into the ashcan with false sophistication! Vag is going to hang a hopeful stocking...