Word: pickings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Have managed to pick up or read (at American clubs usually) all copies up to Oct. 4. Amazing where one finds TIME. . . . Up at the KMA Compound, at Chinwangtao for instance; only there, two of the Jap Conquerors were reading the only issues available. ... On the S.S. Kaiping for instance. She's a stinking little coal-tramp, plies between Chinwangtao and Shanghai, British boat, British and Chinese crew, and never leaves China's waters, but out of 27 old and lop-eared magazines in the dining-reading-card-smoking-lounging room, 13 were American of which six were...
...down, lighted a cigaret, told her story: Last spring she had tried to end a romance with Coffman, who was 39, a well-known attorney, married and the father of three children. When she spurned him, refused to elope with him to California, he stabbed her with an ice pick, choked her, threw her in a mudhole beside a gravel pit and left her there for dead...
Extraordinarily infuriating was this mild suggestion to G. O. P. politicians. For many a month they have been debating this question: How to pick a candidate who will be the antithesis of the Democratic nominee before they know who the latter gentleman will...
...Alaska diocese (586,400 square miles). To reach them, he had to mush with a dog sled. From Indian and Eskimo companions, the Bishop learned to keep his socks dry at 78 below zero. He learned the knack of building a fire in a howling gale, learned to pick off wolves outside the camp circle with a rifle. Bishop Rowe mushed 2,000 miles each winter-in sum, he said, more than any other man in Alaska...
...emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web. That is why we must not discriminate between things. Where things are concerned there are no class distinctions. We must pick out what is good for us where we can find it-except from our own works. I have a horror of copying myself...