Word: mother
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...When I was ten years old my mother took me to see the poor of the town of Salisbury, Md., for the first time. From then until I went to college she took me regularly on her visits to the homes of drunkards and sufferers. There were 12 saloons in Salisbury, and much poverty. When my mother organized the W. C. T. U. [in Salisbury] there were only two women. But it was a beginning, and they made the town dry. My mother never wore any jewelry except one pin, the gold-enameled pin of the white ribbon. When...
...charged with forgery of a Senator's name, but that was dropped. He served 38 months at Atlanta Penitentiary, including extra months to work off $20,000 in fines. Then he took a pauper's oath and departed, a free man, to see his 79-year-old mother in North Carolina; to begin life again with his wife and child. The wife taught school while waiting...
...grieve only that your youth does not permit you to go with me. If I die, I admonish you always to be a slave to duty, to your country, to your sister, your two aunts and the stepmother who has served you as a mother. This must be to you a sacred duty, and to it you must consecrate your life...
...WITHERED ROOT-Rhys Davies-Holt ($2.50). "You Welsh! A race of mystical poets who have gone awry in some way." But this judgment by a cynical agnostic had no dampening effect on Reuben's religious fervor. Born of a stoic collier and a bibacious mother who starved the boy for affection, he was a child of curious, conflicting emotion. Gleefully he chopped up frogs and roasted mice alive; demurely he followed his father to church, and gradually religion won out-he was hypnotized, obsessed. Evenings, he pored over the Bible, sweated to convert his friend the agnostic. And evenings...
...wanted to sing serious roles, and I cannot tell you how happy I am. No, I am not married. ... All things are within the realm of possibility. . . . My father will come from his home in Reading, Pa., to attend my debut. My real name was Helen Howard, you know. Mother died some years ago. . . . My life reads just like the lives of Mary Lewis and Grace Moore. I do not cook. I am not an outdoor girl. Doesn't that sound banal...