Word: parlor
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week Professor Arnold's name was on the tongue of many an inquisitive businessman as well as of many a parlor economist, for he had written a book. Put out quietly last month by Yale University Press, The Folklore of Capitalism achieved so much word-of-mouth advertising that last week its first printing was being rapidly exhausted in book stores from coast to coast...
...victory was won when Davega-City Radio, Inc., electrical and sporting goods chain, applied for an injunction against Guild picketing, was refused by Judge Leander B. Faber. Davega then discontinued its advertising in the Eagle. In another virtually identical case, the Guild lost. One Mile Reif's beauty parlor which advertised in the Eagle was picketed. One of the picketers dressed as a monkey and went through simian antics as he marched back & forth carrying a sign "I was once a beautiful woman." Another picketer shouted: "Don't patronize Mademoiselle
...Cedric Adams' personal concern was relieved when his good friend & tipster, Dr. Russel R. Noice, walked into the Star office, made known he was ready to tell police he had overheard a murder plotted in the cheap League of Nations beer parlor, but that the intended victim was not Corcoran but another labor leader. Soon Alderman A. G. Bastis revealed that not only Patrick Corcoran but four other labor leaders had been marked for death, that Corcoran himself knew he was in danger, that Rumorist Adams had merely printed what had been widely whispered in Twin City labor circles...
...battle for a quarter of a century. His first wife, Marie Sterner, long a Manhattan art dealer, was among the first to introduce modern French painting to the U. S. His son, Architect Harold Sterner is a World War veteran and designer of the Helena Rubinstein beauty parlor...
...Metropolitan feature writers got busy when the Midtown Galleries displayed eleven paintings by the proprietor of a beauty parlor on Union Square. Saturnine, mop-headed Paul Mommer, 38, spent his younger days in Luxembourg and in a British prison camp during the War. Afterward he knocked around as a seaman, became a hospital orderly in Manhattan, then a barber. His moody paintings of recollected landscapes, done in the back room of his shop at night, began to impress art critics three years ago, have grown more impressive. Sympathetic customers at the Mommer beauty parlor include Mrs. Norman Thomas...