Word: maile
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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London Daily Mail: "He taught England the meaning of Empire, and the Empire the meaning of England...
...across a 100-yd. scar in the forest which looked as if a giant scythe had slashed diagonally down through the trees. At one end were a few lopped branches, at the other the crunched remnant of The Southerner's cabin. In between was a confetti of duralumin, mail, cloth, hunks of flesh. Part of a wing was wrapped around a tree 40 ft. off the ground. Blood stains began high on tree trunks, gradually descended until they smeared the stumps. Everywhere was the reek of gasoline...
Regrettably enough, Professor Santayana, sojourning in Italy, doesn't know anything about it yet. He will be notified by mail at once. Page doesn't think America will turn to a king this year, but "by 2036 it might...
...delivered letters, competing with the U. S. Post Office in what was then an entirely legal business. The company printed its own stamps, which were good for any address within the city limits, set up its post boxes at various drug stores, employed 150 letter carriers. Out-of-town mail was delivered either to the Government post office or to the Pony Express. In 1880 when the U. S. prohibited private mail-carrying, Boyd's went into a general delivery business. As the U. S. parcel post service developed. Boyd's again found itself in unprofitable competition with...
...University of Chicago that he met "Harriet," who kept alive the torch of culture by all-night literary conversaziones around a lakeshore bonfire. When his drudged-out textbook's success set him free to travel and write for himself, Moody and Harriet kept their friendship going by mail. His letters were intimate but literary, extremely publishable. They are not love-letters so much as polished exhortations; his emotions lie neatly pressed between these pages. Not Harriet's image but a night sky of frosty stars made him feel "again the sudden impalpable sweet pang, like a harp-string...