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Word: noon (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
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After 40 hours, Mr. Coolidge left his hotel suite, descended to the station. Walking on the platform to his noon train, he confided: "Well ... I just came down ... to see a few publishers and a few friends. I have been trying to get back to private life and you fellows [newsgatherers] will have to help...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Private Business | 4/1/1929 | See Source »

Goodhue. Bertram Grosvenor Goodhue, famed U.S. architect and black-and-white draughtsman, died in 1924. He was 55, in the noon of his genius. His most striking work is the massive Nebraska State Capitol, with its tall domed tower and carved prairie legends. His most startling deed was the placing of a dollar sign in stone above the bridal door of fashionable St. Thomas's Church in Manhattan. Last week, in Manhattan's Chapel of the Intercession, which he also designed, Architect Goodhue's memorial tomb was dedicated. Art Critic Royal Cortissoz of Manhattan and Architect Milton...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Arts: Arts Notes, Apr. 1, 1929 | 4/1/1929 | See Source »

...March 4, shortly after noon, Helen Terwilliger, 13, sat comfortably in her eighth grade U. S. history class in the Walden, N. Y., public school. She was primed for what she was about to hear over the radio. She had memorized the Presidential oath, as prescribed by the Constitution, and was positive it ended with the words: "Preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: JUDICIARY: An Old Man's Memory | 3/25/1929 | See Source »

President and Mrs. Lowell will be at home and glad to see all men who are students. In the University at their house, 17 Quincy Street, tomorrow after noon between 4 and 6 o'clock

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: President Lowell at Home | 3/16/1929 | See Source »

...Bill! How's things? Saving this place? Yeah, I don't eat much at noon. Look out--sorry...Well, why the hell don't you look where you're going? Oh...Jees, look at my sleeve. Chocolate milk all over it. Sure, I do. The litle shrimp sits in front of me in French. I'll joggle his chair, absentminded, tomorrow. Yeh, we got an exam. You can drive a guy nuts that way. You can drive a guy--sure, it does. Just scrape...

Author: By R. W. P., | Title: THE CRIME | 3/12/1929 | See Source »

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