Word: pasts
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...would: 1) supply each of them with a $45 radio (which he could buy in quantities for $25 apiece) ; 2) broadcast to them a rousing Sunday morning sermon, a good choir program; 3) ask in return only such donations as they care to send him. From Indianapolis for the past five years, a smart businessman named E. (for Emmett) Howard Cadle has been doing exactly that. Last week, celebrating the fifth anniversary of his broadcasts over Cincinnati's big station WLW, he counted as his own 330 radio-equipped churches, each with an average 220 Sunday listeners...
...Hearst was with Marion Davies, at her Santa Monica Beach house. The Hearst who mortgaged San Simeon to get $600,000 for spending money has for the past two years been employed as editorial director of his own newspapers, and last year his salary from the Hearst Consolidated papers was cut from $500,000 to $100,000. No longer ruler of the empire he built, Hearst has only two desires concerning it: 1) to have some of it survive him; 2) to keep his job. Nearing 76, the man who was the most spectacular publisher and spendthrift of his time...
When Cinemactress Katharine Hepburn drove past him near Wilmington, Del., State Trooper Joseph Shannon stopped her "because she looked too young to drive a car." Later he declared: "I soon found out she was not a kid. She was a regular little wildcat. She shrieked . . . and generally acted like a bunch of wildfire...
...three subways. Equally lost are most natives in the maze of the city's 35-year-old transit troubles. Most New Yorkers long since decided what they wanted-unification of the three lines and a guaranteed 5? fare. But for 18 years the Unification Express has been rattling past stations, stalling in dark tunnels. Suddenly last week, to the general public's surprise, it slowed for a stop. Tentative acceptance of the city's offer to buy the Brooklyn-Manhattan Transit Corp. for $175,000,000 brought unification closer than it had ever...
Like many another genius, Edgar Wallace did not reach maturity until he was past 40. His full flowering came after the War. A new publisher saw Wallace's mass-production possibilities. He divorced his mousy wife, married his shrewd secretary, 23 years his junior, shaved his Old Bill mustache, hired a speed typist, slept a maximum five or six hours a night, primed himself for writing on gallons of tea, handfuls of cigarettes. By 1928 he was making $250,000 a year, owned a string of race horses (they lost as consistently as he did at poker), a fleet...