Word: pertness
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...September 15 this year, 50,000 people will visit Glacier, 150,000 will see Yellowstone. More than twice that many will go to the nation's most popular park, Yosemite, where Director Cammerer was due this week. Main gateway to the Yosemite is Merced, in central California. Pert, goodlooking college boys drive the buses and co-eds perform cheerfully but inexpertly as waitresses. Whopping groves of Sequoia gigantea help prepare you for the first glimpse of Yosemite Valley. Because it is more conceivable, less Dantesque than the Grand Canyon of the Colorado, it is perhaps the most solemn natural...
...marbled halls of Herbert Hoover's monument, the new Department of Commerce Building, both phases of the Recovery Act are being administered. Last week movers were cluttering up its halls with furniture from the offices of the moribund R. F. C. Pert young clerks by the score were inking up rubber stamps and, like hungry buzzards, Congressmen had already scented out the headquarters of the government's newest and grandest handout...
...only five States without an official bird. That deficiency, concluded the federated ladies, should be supplied at once. Winner of a Statewide newspaper poll had been the Carolina chickadee, small cousin of the little grey-white-&-black bird which cheers many a northern farmer's wife with its pert midwinter chirpings. The Federation then asked the Legislature to elect the chickadee...
...heart of Jonathan's daughter Polly. Robert Chisholm (Sweet Adeline) plays Macheath with grace, not in the costume of an 18th Century highwayman but with the spats and swordcane of a Victorian confidence man. Polly is Steffi Duna, who in Hungary was called "Steffi, the Wonder Child." Pert Miss Duna, whose elfin face looks not unlike Sylvia Sidney's, played in Noel Coward's Words & Music in London earlier this season, is now making...
...Foundry to run the Treasury at a moment of greatest national emergency, they found small William Hartman Woodin, his eyes as blue as his shirt and collar, his cupid mouth pursed in an easy little smile, sitting informally on the edge of his desk, swinging his legs. Piped a pert newshawk: "Mr. Secretary, you're in a pretty hot spot, aren't you?" The brand-new Secretary reached down to his big black leather chair, rubbed his hand slowly over its seat and softly replied: "No, it isn't hot. really...