Word: readings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Chairman, Lowell House Committee. Henry E. Russell, Member of Permanent Class Committee. Cleveland Amory, Ex-President, The CRIMSON. John S. Stillman, President, Harvard Student Union. James Tobin, First Marshal of Phi Beta Kappa. Michael P. Grace, President. The Independents. Mason Fernald, Member of the Student Council. Edward C. K. Read, President, The Lampoon. Theodore Holisworth, Jr., Member of the Student Council. Edmond L. Cherbonnier, President, Phillips Brooks House...
...figured on doing something about it at the expiration of his contract March 15. Fortnight ago, on Page i of The Exchange & Mart, there appeared a two-inch advertisement that angered Big-hearted Arthur and the BBC no end. "Britain's Best Cleaner," it read, with the initials in boldface so that nobody could miss the point, "Askitoff will take it off." Investigation revealed that an enterprising new outfit called Askitoff Cleaner Co. had patented the name, and apparently nothing could be done about...
Particularly steady readers were Mussolini's censors. Last month they decided they had read enough. Omnibus was suppressed, and Editor Longanesi was told by Minister of Press and Propaganda Dino Alfieri that he would not again edit an Italian magazine, thus sparing the good folk of Italy a "debasement of morals" and a waste of "good money...
...admits gloomily, Germans echoed the sentiment of her hotel maid, who gave thanks that "we Germans have Adolf Hitler sent by God to help us." But by the next year Germans had begun talking in words that were oblique and ambiguous. They sang more than they cheered; they read new symbolical meanings in the little literature left to them. Germans, decided Nora Waln, were developing a resilience to Hitler as cunning as that of Chinese peasants...
...were only in his field, or even English 35, he would throw his C minus brain at her feet. But she was pondering on Willa Cather. Vag was crushed completely, and he knew it. He peered over his shoulder, trying to learn the title. Perhaps, he had read it, and they could have a homey chat on its place in literature. But he could think of nothing to say, nothing, that is, that would not sound as ridiculous as "have you the time?" And while stations and towns rolled by, Vag brooded, and the pretty girl turned her pages...