Word: nights
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...years since Lewis was a miner. *In his heyday, in an abandoned committee room known as "The Boar's Nest," Garner regularly nicked Nick Longworth, Ogden Mills, Joe Cannon-all since dead. His biggest winnings in any one session: $15,000. Biggest loss in any one night: $6,800. Average over the years: unknown but believed very good...
Suspicious of his motives, the Congress voted not to turn Franklin Roosevelt loose in world power politics. The scene one night last week upstairs in the Oval Room at the White House, with the President of the United States making one last, futile plea to a steadfast coalition of Senators grouped against his brand of Neutrality marked the nadir of collapse. In rapid succession other collapses followed...
...Seymour Weiss, the bald, polite $15-a-week shoe salesman of 1924, the $25-a-week Roosevelt Hotel barbershop manager of 1925, has been immensely' wealthy and powerful since he polished up Huey Long's manners in 1927, taught him to play golf and enjoy himself in night clubs. Weiss became pressagent for the Roosevelt Hotel the same year, gave bounding Huey and his bodyguards a free suite of rooms for the publicity, has harvested ever since from that...
...koburn), who quit as U. S. correspondent for the London Times because he could not stomach its extreme Rightist policy. Editor Cockburn holds down a regular job with the Daily Worker (under the name of Frank Pitcairn), grinds out all the final copy for The Week in one all-night session, fortified by draughts of red wine. He has 40 regular correspondents, makes frequent , trips to European storm centres, has printed some accurate inside stories of the doings of the Cliveden Set. Many times sued for libel, Editor Cockburn has yet to be brought to court...
...comparative safety of London with its 700 inhabitants moved Survivor Hopkins to chronicle his sad saga by the light of a piece of string pushed through a strip of bacon. At night he wrote, by day he hunted for food in the barren city. His sole neighbor, an old lady, lived in the National Gallery. "She heard that it was empty, and wanted to gratify her love of art and lust for possession during the last days that remain to her." She lived on pigeons that fell dead from the Nelson Column, cooking them over a fire of Dutch masterpieces...