Word: platform
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...actual value of the Hygiene course as it is now run is slight indeed. Most of the health advice dispensed is too well known to need any elucidation from the lecture platform, and the sex information is of the sketchy type that is given to the more impressionable members of the Y.M.C.A. It seems designed mainly to keep the boys away from "fast women"; a rather futile attempt one is tempted to think, considering the type of female company generally preferred by the Freshman just released from parental discipline and ready to find out about Life at the "Tent...
Because of cold and snow the 9:45 express train from pine clad Sinaia into Bucharest was delayed one night last week. A fair-sized crowd was on the station platform, for nearby is the extravagantly turreted palace that is King Carol's country home. Impatiently awaiting the train were Premier Ion Gheorghe Duca, hurrying back to the Capital after a conference with the King, former Mayor Costinescu of Bucharest and Secretary General of the Legislative Council Michel Vlashide. Frugally all three bought third class tickets. They did not notice a group of university students at the other...
Suddenly Evangelist Brookshire turned pale, toppled forward into the water. Quickly Electrician Dean dragged him up, stretched him out on the platform. An hour later, despite the efforts of a fire department crew with a resuscitator, Evangelist Brookshire was pronounced dead, of drowning during a heart attack...
...speech about a National Repertory Theatre she smilingly told her audience: "I have a great treat for you ladies this morning. I have brought along Ethel Barrymore." Hearty applause died abruptly as Actress Barrymore strode imperiously to the platform's edge. Her voice quivered with rage. "Miss Le Gallienne does you great honor to be here," she began. "I do you honor to be here. I don't see why we bother to speak to you at all. You have no appreciation. You don't know anything. You never have known anything. You never will know anything...
Accompanied by two detectives and a score of newsmen, a plumpish priest in Roman collar and rabat bustled through Manhattan's Grand Central Terminal one afternoon last week. More police were waiting near the platform gate. Two nights before, Rev. Charles Edward Coughlin. radiorator, had whipped a prodigious Hippodrome crowd up into a red-hot frenzy of approval for President Roosevelt's monetary program. He had also stepped on some very important Catholic toes. Now, still parrying newshawks' questions, he swung aboard his train just as it pulled out, settled down for the journey back to Detroit...