Word: loved
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...years ago Rev. Arthur J. Watson, of St. Luke's Episcopal Church, Pawtucket, R.I., wrote and published two love songs-Longings and A Persian Love Song. This summer, on his vacation at Narragansett, R. I., Mr. Watson made a point of meeting Nudancer Sally Rand, who suggested he send her copies of his songs. When he got back to Pawtucket, Mr. Watson promptly dispatched them to her, said she could use them without charge in her act. Commented Mr. Watson: "I found she is a most maligned young woman: I don't know whether she is a college...
...Daily Times Chicago's liveliest sheet. Shortly after Publisher Samuel Emory Thomason went to the Times early in 1935 he sent a reporter to an Illinois asylum, plastered the Times with inside revelations gained from "Seven Days in the Madhouse!" He headlined Edward VIII's abdication "LONG LOVE THE KING!" and disguised Times photographers as clergymen so they could sneak into a hospital, scoop a picture of an injured motorman after an "L" crash. Last week Editor Ruppel outdid himself in a stunt which brought his program of gingery oldtime journalism pretty close to the hysterical...
...effect of 38 years of neurotic floundering, beginning as a poor little rich girl in Buffalo and Europe, continuing steadily as she became a collector of writers, artists, labor leaders and such, who flocked to her famed salons in Florence and New York, involving her in tormented marriages, love affairs, desperate experiments in psychoanalysis, a dozen kinds of mystical philosophies...
...patrolman pinioned him beneath the chair and shot two bullets into him. Then the officer called an ambulance and Miss Parker was hurried off to a hospital. After doctors had amputated her right arm, Miss Parker regained consciousness. She was grieved that the chowchow was dead. Said she, "I love dogs." Next morning Miss Parker, too, was dead...
...Life is a battle of make-believe, a universal bluff." Quietly, cleverly Palace set about getting a publicity man. Before long he realized that he had whistled up the devil, but by that time everything was too late. By that time Brynhild in her quiet way had fallen in love with another man, had a child by him, resigned herself to living the rest of her life with her slightly despicable, quite likable and altogether transparent husband...