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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Secretary Hull demurred: surely the Senator did not propose to match his sources of intelligence with those of the U. S. State Department? The lion of Idaho, who has never been abroad, denied this implication-but now came a fresh interruption...
...Musica-Coster had inflated the firm's assets by $21,025,658. Of this amount $2,869,483 was stolen from the firm. The rest had never existed to be stolen, was an incidental figment of the Coster speculation. Ex phony items: assets on Dec. 31, 1938 were $68,953,095; liabilities, $41,657,064; net worth...
Shangri-La. No orchid hunter is Ronald Kaulback, though he once picked flowers in Tibet with famed Botanist Kingdon Ward, collected many rare plants, insects, snakes on his own 18-month scramble to find the source of Tibet's Black River, the Salween. He never found it, but he traveled some 3,000 miles of unexplored shingle on the freezing-cold roof of the world, earned the Murchison Grant of the Royal Geographical Society for his pains. There were plenty of them. Salween is probably the cheerfullest book ever written of discomforts ranging from intense heat among blood-sucking...
Like the English adventurers in India for whom the term nabob was invented, craggy-nosed Banker Larkins had little trouble getting his actions legalized. He never held office himself (for $100,000 in 1875 he could have been appointed Senator from West Virginia), instead let others do his dirty work. He was the biggest frog in his puddle until a bigger, ruggeder individual-spare, pale-eyed, nonfictional John D. Rockefeller-splashed down beside him. Mr. Rockefeller wanted Mr. Larkins' refineries. "The Standard Oil Company has been called a combination," said Rockefeller's envoy. "We prefer the word alliance...
...refused to patch the break even when it meant stinting her children, kept moving from house to house in windy Danesacre (Author Jameson's native Whitby), walking on the moors, quarreling with her port-bibbing mother-in-law, ignoring her garrulous sailor husband on his brief visits home. Never able to compromise, to "say with fools and saints, it was for the best," Sylvia's hard shell cracked only once-when her son's plane was shot down in the War. Old age found her blunt-speaking, crotchety as ever, her only weakness dreaming of foreign ports...