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...Perhaps you could get a Government check to apply on your margin account by having Mr. Wallace kill a few of your pigs or plow under some of your corn...
...political importance was neither brief nor passing. Academician. Dr. Tugwell is not the kind of man who ordinarily is an issue in U. S. politics. When he was being questioned by Senators (TIME, June 18), Iowa's Senator Murphy demanded: "Did you ever follow a plow?" "Yes, sir." ''Did you ever have mud on your boots?" "Yes, sir." "Do you know how hard it is to get a dollar out of the soil?" "Yes, sir." All these "correct" answers referred to the time when as a college boy Rex Tugwell used to work during vacations...
Massachusetts felt the full impact. In Charlestown prison, the storm brought 24 hours of unexpected life to three condemned murderers because their executioner was snowbound. A snow plow ran into a train on the Boston, Revere Beach & Lynn line, badly injured two passengers. At Worcester all stores closed. School was called off for thousands of Massachusetts children. The Eastern Dog Show in Boston had to delay most of its class competitions a day because exhibitors were stranded out of town. A midnight train from Boston due in Manhattan early next morning arrived twelve hours late. U. S. Route...
...from his post as President of the Cuban Na tional Sugar Exporting Corp. (see p. 48). Official reason: "Mr. Chadbourne is a foreigner." Scratch-Surgeon Grau signed an agra rian decree bestowing on every "indigent farmer" in Cuba 33 acres of land, a yoke of oxen, a cow, a plow, some seed and tax exemption for two years. Scratch, scratch, scratch-the President's pen flew over other decrees of a "Cuba for the Cubans" tone. Already approved was an estoppment by the Cuban Treasury of interest on some $60,000,000 lent by U. S. banks...
...three days a week my first class is at 11 o'clock; but on account of the ridiculous limitation of eating hours in the Union, I am forced to rise at 8, to dress in a hurry, and to plow through the slush to the Union. Arriving there, I invariably find that the Union clock is at least two minutes ahead of all other University clocks, and at least five minutes ahead of Eastern Standard Time. A cute little rope is stretched across the entrance to the dining hall. In front of the little rope stands that imposing personage, Miss...