Word: oct
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...sultan, much less king, Fuad had spent his youth in Italy. The two doctors at his deathbed last week were Italians. Lest Farouk grow up under the same influence, Britain last year ceremoniously whisked that downy-lipped young prince off to Kingston Hill for a good British education (TIME, Oct...
...Oct. 9, et seq.: "In bed with what they call the grippe and a hot water bottle- not a bad combination. . . . More or less in bed owing to my hind legs, which are in a chronic state of being asleep up to the knees and threaten to leave me in the lurch. ... I am growing very tottery and had considerable difficulty in dressing this a. m. Even so, I shirk my job and ignominiously retire to blankets and a cheap novel at our forlorn and smelly billet...
...April 22, 1938 we shall found the city of Pomezia, which will be dedicated Oct. 29, 1939. Only then will our work be completed and new victories will be added to those which the Italians have attained." "Doo-chay! Doo-chay!" chanted the crowd as the imperial mask cracked and Benito Mussolini beamed with pleasure. Leaping to the driver's seat of the tractor, he threw in the clutch, sent the machine careening off in a 100-ft. circle to mark not the boundaries of Aprilia, but the foundation of Aprilia's town hall. Above the clatter...
...dream of a happy, beautified London. A single-minded and uncompromising pacifist, Lansbury yielded what crumbs remained to him last autumn when he resigned as the Labor Party's floor leader in the House of Commons rather than go along with his colleagues' approval of Sanctions (TIME, Oct...
When homespun Kentucky Poet Jesse Stuart sat down and wrote a big stack of "sonnets ' (Man With a Bull-Tongue Plow -TIME, Oct. 15, 1934), a few critics sat up, called him a modern Bobbie Burns. Others just laughed at his unconscious, bull-tongued humor. Last week Poet Stuart made the scoffers scratch their heads over a book of stones that were partly funny, partly serious, in the main tantalizingly good. These tales of Kentucky farmers were written in racy Kentucky dialect, with a wild-eyed, straightforward outrageousness that reminded readers more than once of Erskine Caldwell, at times...