Word: longer
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...longer afford the luxury of 20 year lags. You will find no justification in any of the language of the Constitution for delay in the reforms which the mass of the American people demand. . . . I ask that the American people rejoice in the wisdom of their Constitution. ... I ask that they give their fealty to the Constitution itself and not to its misinterpreters. . . . For us, the Constitution is a common bond, without bitterness, for those who see America as Lincoln saw it-the last, best hope of earth.' So we revere it, not because it is old but because...
Meantime, while Reporter Sprigle was being mentioned for the Pulitzer Prize, political realists remarked that the completeness of his findings ironically suggested that the association which so shocked the U. S. might have been revealed, precisely because it no longer existed. For disappointment at Hugo Black's failure to pay back his political obligations might have been a motive for Klan bigwigs, from whom alone Reporter Sprigle could apparently have got some of his more damaging information, to make public at the most inopportune moment his relation with...
...first time since last May, before the strike in "Little Steel," John L. Lewis last week called at the White House. He was closeted with the President for nearly three-quarters of an hour-a far longer time than any White House visitor is likely to remain unless the President is eager to talk to him. Only twelve days previous in sonorous phrases unmistakably intended for the ears of Franklin D. Roosevelt, the leonine Mr. Lewis told the nation: "It ill behooves one who has supped at Labor's table and who has been sheltered in Labor...
...longer will the absent-minded professor stub...
Like The New Yorker's talented one-time lead-off man, E. B. White (TIME, Aug. 16), James Thurber is no longer a member of the staff, is wandering quietly through Europe. Master of the familiar, walk-do-not-run-to-the-exit style, Funnyman Thurber writes with a sad, lucid patience perfectly matched by his underdone drawings. For bringing earnest balloons to earth or dissolving reason in a clap of blankness, James Thurber has few contemporary equals. Nervous himself, he evidently has lost patience with the recent deluge of small volumes popularizing psychiatry. The series...