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Word: mothers (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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Their real hostess at Hyde Park was, of course, the President's mother, which made it all the more like home and Queen Mother Mary. Mother Roosevelt took a strong fancy to George, patted his arm as well as Elizabeth's hand when she said good-by at the Hyde Park station. When the Roosevelts repay the visit, as they almost certainly will at some time, she may well...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PRESIDENCY: Here Come the British | 6/19/1939 | See Source »

Saxie Dowell is a great big fat man with a little mustache, like Paul Whiteman's. He sang duets with his mother in a North Carolina church choir when he was eight. At the University of North Carolina he played a saxophone, was one of the first members of Hal Kemp's college dance orchestra. Still with the same band, and now its chief comic, Saxie Dowell recently heard, in the South, an old nursery tune called Down in de Meddy. He thought it mighty cute...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Itty Bitty Fitties | 6/19/1939 | See Source »

...champion. By the time his hard-boiled-ego philosophy takes the count in a riproaring, ten-round climax (the film's only fight scene), he has squandered his wife's regard, has never won his son's. In line with proved cinema practice, however, mother and son rally around after pop has had his ears pinned back, seem resigned to living happily with him ever after...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: The New Pictures: Jun. 19, 1939 | 6/19/1939 | See Source »

English youngsters still burst their Eton jackets giggling at Lear's Book of Nonsense. The U. S. breed find Lear's nonsense nonsensical. But Lear is essentially grownups' Mother Goose. Limericks like the Young Girl of Majorca still wow big-wigged British judges...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Slushypipp | 6/12/1939 | See Source »

...Crawford, traveling salesman for a picture-frame firm, always hoped to make more than $30 a week, but never got much more, even after his boss bought him an automobile. His wife moped in her mother's big, heavily mortgaged house in Brooklyn, blamed herself when their baby died, blamed Bob when, after a gloomy weekend, he seemed glad to get back on the road. Bob took to padding his expense account, almost slept with a shopgirl in Boston, began to feel trapped. But when the old lady died, they found an insurance policy...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Sales Talk | 6/12/1939 | See Source »

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