Word: order
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...since she threw Topeka's Barbara Ware in 1932, Sister Mortensen wrestles three or four times a week, has netted $37,000 since her present tour began four months ago. Showmanship of her manager, Bill Lewis, is such that he grew a set of silky black whiskers in order to name himself "Bluebeard...
...Nowhere." But Satevepost profits, unlike those of many other New Deal haters, surged ahead. Publisher Curtis had turned over Satevepost and Curtis Publishing Co. in its entirety to Mr. Lorimer in 1932, and when Lorimer retired at the beginning of this year he left the Curtis house well in order...
...city of Evanston (pop. 68,000), Chicago's strait-laced North Shore suburb. On his mind were two things, the Law, which he was studying at night, and the violators of Law. Of the latter, most interesting to him were violators of automobile ordinances. With a flair for order, exactitude and investigation he was soon stepping full stride into an almost unexploited field. Last week the same young man, now Lieut. Franklin Martin Kreml, 34, of the Evanston Police Department, organizer of Accident Prevention Bureaus in 15 U. S. cities, opened the sixth Northwestern University Traffic Officers' Training...
...predicting a thumping bull market in Manhattan next morning. Instead, to the confusion of prophets, railroad stocks and most others fell like a load of corncobs dumped from a hopper car. In heavy trading for a half-day (1,570,000 shares), the ticker lagged four minutes behind and order clerks went hoarse as prices dropped as much as ten points. U. S. Steel thudded to a new low of $52.50, New York Central to a low that day of $18.38. Bonds were under heavy fire from selling and grew cheaper & cheaper. At the close of the day and week...
...publishing his own selection of his poems Author Tate places his latest works first. Readers who reverse that order will find his book more readily comprehensible, will find that few books better illustrate the professional literate's magpie-like stealing of twigs off literature's genealogical tree, his pupa-like spinning, out of a bowel-deep terror of extinction, pessimism's tight and tolerably comfortable cocoon. Irritating to some ears will be Author Tate's attempts, in many of his poems, to catch the tone of T. S. Eliot's latter-day concord of sourness...