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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...passages were drowned by shouts of "Mike! Mike!" Finally he grabbed the microphone with both hands as if it were a python that he was about to strangle and bellowed the rest of his message at it. Afterward he groused: "These damned microphones! They talk back to you-just like a Democrat...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People, Jul. 10, 1939 | 7/10/1939 | See Source »

...other nations, Matador Marcial Lalanda, president of Spain's Bull Fighters' Syndicate, announced: "We are going to give them [the horses] morphine so that they will not suffer even if they are gored by the bulls. People in the United States who like rodeos should like our bullfights...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People, Jul. 10, 1939 | 7/10/1939 | See Source »

Americans think of Norway as a cold slice of northern forest and fjord, of Norwegian writers as weighty (like Sigrid Undset) or gloomy (like Knut Hamsun). But a Norwegian novel published this week is as different from this preconception as its author's startling name. It could have been written in any country of Europe...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Boo's Bow | 7/10/1939 | See Source »

...acre swamp with no visible outlet. On hands and knees, Charles Miller gazed down into its reeds. A quarter mile away something moved. Charles Miller's blood froze. Lashing across the swamp was a dinosaur. It was 35 feet long, a yellowish color, with scales laid on like armor plate, a bony-flanged head, and snappin-turtle beak. Half blinded by cold sweat, Charles Miller pressed the release on his camera.* The dinosaur reared up on its hind legs, its small forelegs dangling, hissed roaringly, shot its snaky neck in his direction and slithered out of sight. Concluding that...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Festive Vertebrae | 7/10/1939 | See Source »

Adventurer Miller tells how boys' noses are bored to take inch-wide bamboo plugs in each nostril, how a native village smells two days' travel away ("an acrid odor . . . like smoke from a bonfire of rubber boots"), how a trail-cutter can die from a cobra bite before hitting the ground. His accounts of jungle sex are more colorful if less accurate than an anthropologist's. For squeamish readers there is always the dedication: "To Mother...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Festive Vertebrae | 7/10/1939 | See Source »

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