Word: lot
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...After all, what harm can we do when we sit a patient down on a bench and ask a lot of questions...
...last July, K. C. S. business in northern Louisiana has increased thousands of dollars a month. Big U. S. oil companies have been rushing in men and equipment, changing the small town of Rodessa from a sleepy whistle-stop to a booming paradise for real estate swappers. A townsite lot in Rodessa lately sold for $30,000 cash. Population has climbed from 135 to 4,000. Baptist Preacher John W. Wynn of Shreveport came out of retirement to minister to Rodessa's needs, says he has worn out three cars burying and marrying people and has "struck it rich...
...hers in. later had to have them pulled by the doctor with crude instruments, without anesthetics. When they got to Floreana they found their carefully packed boxes did not contain several handy necessities. They took no gun, very few matches, no lamps, no camera. They intended to do a lot of reading and contemplating, but found they had little time for such things. Clearing the ground, building their "house" (an open-sided shack), working in their garden, fighting mosquitoes, cockroaches, grasshoppers, ants, marauding wild boars, wild dogs left them few waking moments. ''The chronicle of those [first] weeks...
...wouldn't think "Thirteen Hours By Air" would be any good if we told you the story of it. It's all mixed up and about an aviator and a beautiful society femme and a despurt killer and a G-man and forced landings and lots of horror and comedy in rapid alternation. Yet in spite of its handicaps the movie built round the story comes very close to excellence because of the great acting of Fred MacMurray, our choice for All-American Role-Transcender. Fred gets rotten parts most of the time and the way he just thinks nothing...
...dubious titles upon a handful of the graduating class has become a tradition like the beer-suits and freshman skull caps; it is a ritual which time has enhanced and which offers splendid opportunities for a mass attack upon some hapless individual who can neither foresee nor alter his lot once he has been chosen "best dressed" or named, "thinks he is wittiest". These brands of favour are eagerly reprinted in the metropolitan papers; only to be hauled forth and brought to light years later when the recipient is a candidate for the Presidency or the Chairmanship of a mighty...