Word: quietness
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...have," replied the foreman. "We find the defendant not guilty." Judge Bryant jerked upright, a grey forelock falling over his wide, incredulous eyes. From the courtroom rose a shrill burst of female cheers. The judge banged his gavel, got quiet. Turning to the jury, he cried in a voice sharp with scorn: "You have labored long, and no doubt have given careful consideration to this case. Before I discharge you I will have to say that your verdict is such that shakes the confidence of law-abiding people in integrity and truth...
Slow in awakening to his surroundings and to the reality of his confinement, Patient Seabrook's first reaction was that everything was wrong. He had wanted a nice, quiet, secluded cell where he would not be able to get his hands on a bottle of whiskey. He found himself in a modern hospital resembling an expensive hotel, where he was compelled to meet and talk with other patients, and where he slept in "a wide-open show window, an illuminated dog kennel." The medical attention was so close that, as he objected profanely, "people come walking...
Last March, the quiet, grey-haired widower, father of eight grown children, did not allow his 67 years to prevent him from taking a second wife, Elizabeth M. Smith of Cleveland and Manhattan. And last week William Harahan found himself at the beginning of a second career when, following the death of John Joseph Bernet last month (TIME, July 15), he was returned to his old roost as president...
...better job at a better salary. Four years later Diamond Rubber was merged with Goodrich and young Tew found himself back with his old company. Alert, ambitious, quick-thinking, he was soon moved up to the position of works manager and finally, in 1928, became president. Quiet, conservative Mr. Tew kept on living in comparative modesty at nearby Hudson where, always investigating new ways to make rubber, he used to putter with latex on the kitchen stove...
...where oblique, unconsciously-poetic remarks can be plucked like ripe figs from the most casual conversation. Although the inhabitants of Stark Young's South seem to grow animated only when they discuss family history, they are distinguished by their even tempers and their love for their own quiet sections of the temperate zone. They may suffer like gentlefolk from post-Civil War melancholy but never from prickly heat...