Word: pubs
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...planet, he was a wonder and delight. By day he would wander along the beach, picking shells and tossing pebbles in the ocean, or telling fairy tales to the children. He never worked. In the fishing boats he was an awkward hand, and let them alone, but in the pub at evening a grand man for a pot of ale and a wild story of the foreign lands. They would sit and talk about his quiet manner and his witty speech, and why, do you think, he should be coming to these islands?--long after he had retired...
...their departure from London, the thrilling railway journey, their stay in Bognor. Nothing happens except that for two weeks they all breathe free. Their mutual affection, having survived the cooping of their poor city life, turns outward to the world at large. Mr. Stevens meets old cronies at the pub; Dick has an inspiration to become an architect; Mary does a little sparking on the sly. After their breath of fresh air they return to London, to be again submerged...
Another newsman heard of the impending death. Robert Worth Bingham, pub lisher of the Louisville Courier-Journal and Louisville Times, had flown to Tucson from Atlanta a few days before because his long ailing stepdaughter, Alice Hilliard, 25, had an attack of pneumonia there. She was using one of the tents which young Levings needed. When she heard the news she insisted her tent be sent over to St. Mary's. A quick con ference followed between her mother, brother (who had flown with Mr. Bing ham), stepfather, and doctors. The girl could do without the apparatus. But there...
There was a purported interview with Miss Davies' great & good friend Pub lisher Hearst, relating that he, too, had just arrived in Los Angeles, with the words: "I'm just CWAZY about Europe." On the back page were eight more little pictures of Miss Davies, and a lengthy colyum of studio gossip by "Prunella Parsnips," parodying Louella Parsons, Hearst reporter of Hollywood chit-chat...
...Message seriously. Clarabut got in Susan's blood. She dropped everything for him, went to live with him in London. Their marriage was passionate, bitter, quarrelsome, brief. When Susan finally left him she had no money and nowhere to go. Chance led her to a flashy, disreputable pub where her sister Tamar was mistress. Tamar had long ago gone to the bad. was now comfortably married, well-off, happy. Susan swallowed her pride, rested and revived her soul. Her ambition stirred again when rich, pious David Pell fell in love with her. She persuaded him to start...