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...fury up & down the platform, dropped to his knees to carry on in a high-pitched chant. Down front, the sinners whooped & hollered. On the stage sat five guest preachers. Pretending they were lions, Preacher Thompson poked them in the ribs. "Dan'l used a lion for a pillow," cried he, hurled himself on to their laps...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Religion: Midget Revivalist | 5/20/1940 | See Source »

...play being farce, Mama cuts capers instead of crying into her pillow, and the capers get more & more farcical as the situations get more & more forced. But the play doesn't end as a farce. It ends as a fairy tale-with Mama, for no possible reason, bagging a great English diplomat...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Theatre: New & Old Plays in Manhattan | 4/8/1940 | See Source »

...stand in the Midwest, as the blizzards blow, the fevers rise and the tempers explode one by one. By the time the show goes bust Bethel Merriday has proved herself a dependable actress, has fallen out of love with Andy, in love with a fiercer young actor from whose pillow she rises to make the coffee as ... the . . . curtain . . . falls...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Road Work | 3/25/1940 | See Source »

Swaying and trembling, he stood before the judge and told his troubles-a tall, gaunt man, so thin he couldn't sit without a pillow. For 19 years he had worked in the Marcus Hook plant of American Viscose Co., largest rayon manufacturers in the U. S. Three years ago he began to feel sick and dizzy; then "things got kind of smoky." His legs shook, his fingers stiffened into claws, he had "to sit down and slide downstairs," and at night he was yanked out of sleep by terrific spasms of his chest muscles. Finally...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: CS2 Poisoning | 3/18/1940 | See Source »

...wonderfully sympathetic. I was feeling by this time that I really didn't mind terribly if I was drowned, if only the damned boat would stop bucking about for half a minute. Then I think I must have slept (I remember using two Lascars for a pillow, and thinking them an extremely good one), for when I looked up again there was the light, but this time it was bigger and closer. And then I saw that there were two lights. By God, that was a good sight! It was a ship, and coming towards...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Jan. 8, 1940 | 1/8/1940 | See Source »

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