Word: made
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Master of PWA made a fine witness in his own behalf. He could report that, after allotting before last January 1 all the $965,000,000 given him for fiscal 1939, he still had on hand 2,800 projects approved as feasible and suitable for PWA to undertake. He could report that of all the hundreds of millions loaned by PWA to States and municipalities, only $5,000,000 or 4/5% had been defaulted. Meantime, PWA had made $12,000,000 by selling at premium local bonds put up as loan collateral. Better than 80% of all bond issues proposed...
This move follows an attack he made at the City Council's meeting on Tuesday on Harvard "Reds" whom he also linked with the Memorial Day rites incident when fighting between students and "townies" occurred...
...outdone himself to make Wuthering Heights not only a faithful representation of the book, making only excusable cuts, but a superb picture. To maintain such a consistent mood of grim decadence is no easy job for a motion picture, yet director, producer, and cast have held that mood and made Wuthering Heights into a tremendously convincing tragedy. But of all those who had a hand in the picture Laurence Oliver deserves the largest share of credit. Here is a Robert Taylor with some guts, a Clark Gable who knows...
...over the downs and the sea moved in a light that somehow was more like silver than gold. But those rolling downs! Nowhere call there by another green quite like their shade in late May. A pastel tint, they lay, deepening the bollows to a hunter emerald. So she made garden throughout the morning, busy with tulip and dahlia tubers, hollybook plants to draw the bees, and the bitter tansy. The grocery boy came by with news of a herring run down at the Gut. He sniffed. "Seems like it's spring, I guess." "Ayea," game her noncommittal assent from...
...tide, foamy against the rocks. She walked over the gray-green downs to the bluff. One by one the lobster men putted in toward the harbor in a single snaky line. Later the sim thinned out into a crimson wash in the west. A slight wispy fog made up. As she walked homeward along the shore around the harbor, a moon began to rise. It appeared diffused through the misty, foggy veil. Off, a little to itself, a new sloop was anchored. It rocked gently in the wash, its spar swaying a little. Above it hung a single faint star...