Word: penning
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...growled that, all right, the People should hear the other side, too.) He got the Senators to agree that full responsibility for failure to change the Neutrality law now should rest with them, and that Neutrality shall be the first order of business on their calendar next session. Taking pen & paper, he scratched off a statement reiterating that he and the Secretary of State still maintain that failure to act now weakened U. S. influence in preserving peace...
...that section of the world is generally considered final. The Prince, Heir Apparent to the "throne," wore flowing blue robes, the green and gold skull cap of the Senegalese sovereigns. He also carried a ram's horn suspended from his neck, ten World War decorations and a fountain pen across his chest. He hoped Impresario Grover Whalen would permit him to spread the word of the French West African Negro at the New York World's Fair. Mr. Whalen was not impressed. New York's Harlem...
...publisher's editor, Salop once sighed: "If I only had your education. If I'd only read all the books that you have. If I only had your ability with the pen, what I could do! But maybe," added Salop, "I'd just be a lousy editor...
...sheep, 453 left-minded U. S. novelists, poets, critics and journalists met last fortnight in Manhattan. Brought together as the Third American Writers' Congress, they and an audience of more than 2,500 were addressed on opening night in Carnegie Hall by English Novelist Sylvia Townsend Warner ("The pen is not mightier than the sword, but it is as mighty"); by Exile Thomas Mann ("Fascism has overstepped its mark ... its decline is already determined."); by Eduard Benes, ex-President of Czecho-Slovakia ("a kind of United States of Europe will be the end. . . ."). After a collection...
...Gentlemen, this examination will end promptly in twenty minutes." Pens scratch paper desperately. The Mem Hall clock tolls the death-knell,--twelve o'clock noon. Fifteen more minutes; then ten; then five. People are handing in their blue books, strolling out the door. Vag scrawls the last word in his blue book. Slowly he puts his pen away, closes his book, puts on his coat, drops his blue book in the box, and wanders out into the sunlight,--into freedom. All through...