Word: reade
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...production stood at 74%, almost the exact level of a year earlier, while NRA, without last year's Man of the Year Hugh S. Johnson, broke like a wave on the beach; its price-fixing efforts abandoned; its collective bargaining feature challenged in the courts; its funeral oration read by Alfred P. Sloan of General Motors: "Today the magic possibilities of industrial regimentation and the so-called planned economy no longer cast the spell of yesterday-that spell is broken. That is the most important thing. ... It is real progress...
...days later Japan's precise-mannered young Emperor Hirohito. who does not like such openly greedy talk, drove in panoplied procession from his palace to the dingy, stuccoed Parliament Building. There The Son of Heaven read the proclamation opening the 67th session of the Diet, which promptly recessed. When it finally gets to business at month's end, it will presumably swallow its medicine: Japan's all-time high in defense budgets, a monster achievement of the military clique which Sadao Araki heads...
...royalties as high as $2,000,000. A more likely figure is $375,006.* had done was to pass on a technical kink and deny the legality of Victor's belated appeal from the trial court to the Circuit Court. If lazy newshawks had taken the trouble to read the Supreme Court's decision, they would have seen that David Graves George was right back where he was in 1933 prior to Victor's appeal. Before he gets a cent of damages, Victor has the right to go again into the Circuit Court, stands the same good...
...your friends gets kicked down stairs, you're glad. It is a nasty fact, but it is a truth." No matter how sarcastic he feels, he cannot be nasty about it: "There is too much of this bunk about a man having a mind because he has read the classics. It was not Mr. Will Shakespeare's fault that Mr. Tunney, after he had retired from the ring with his million, began delivering lectures about Mr. Will Shakespeare's plays." And though he cannot cast more than a flickering light on the puzzling questions he cheerfully mopes...
...hated to leave it. Of the future he said: "I shall do just what my wife wants me to, as you married men know. . . . I've told her to buy me a bit of a bungalow near a graveyard and I shall sit me on a tombstone and read epitaphs in search of a new philosophy. . . . When I'm not reading tombstones . . . I'll get me to the nearest pub and try to forget...