Word: parks
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...from black-capped college professors or brain trustees, but from the colored cook of that homespun novelist, Edna Ferber. A friend of ours who recently had the pleasure of visiting her in New York spent most of her time being shown the glories of the lady writer's new Park Avenue penthouse, famous in the eyes of its present possessor as the former home of Ivar Krueger, the match king. One of its more spectacular features was a glassed-in terrace in which grew an orchard of genuine peach trees. This season, Miss Ferber's first in the apartment, brought...
...while in office, disembarked in Manhattan last month, he declared that among other things he wished to "take the pulse'' of the U. S. (TIME, Oct. 19). This wish he undoubtedly attained before his final inspection of the heart of the U. S. at Hyde Park. At Inisfada, the Manhasset, L. I. estate of rich and pious Mrs. Nicholas Frederic Brady, the Roman Cardinal had met the rich and great, pagan and Protestant as well as Catholic. More than one socialite had been so jittery about what to wear that hurried inquiries had been sent to the State...
...Paris house for his favorite cats, but seldom bothers to give them names, admitted that he had posed 115 times for the Cézanne portrait of him in last week's exhibition. He found nothing in New York so exciting as the huge grey squirrels of Central Park...
...year-old Brisbane naturalist named Noel Burnet dedicated his life to saving the species from extinction. He started out with four koalas in his boardinghouse back yard, soon interested a philanthropist who rented him a 50-acre patch near Sydney for a shilling a year. He named it Koala Park, planted eucalyptus trees, built a koala hospital, developed a thriving colony which tourists came from far & wide to see. Naturalist Burnet did not grow rich on his tourist trade, had a perpetual struggle to keep himself and his delicate little animals alive...
...turned up in the wall of an old chateau; the manuscript of Boswell's Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides was found in an old croquet box. A valuable pack of the letters of Vincent van Gogh was located in the belongings of a family in Winter Park, Fla., far from where that tormented artist ever thought of traveling. Last week two more neglected literary treasures made their appearance. Both were of modest historical significance, both made interesting reading, both dealt with the troubles of seamen...