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Word: reds (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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Locked deep in Widener's expansive hulk lie a red cardboard package tied with red silk cord, and a long wooden box, painted brown. Thereby hangs a tale...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Centuries Roll Onward As University Officials Seal and Un-Seal Bundles | 12/8/1936 | See Source »

...performance. Last night we sat through the entire production with a good deal more enjoyment, only fidgeting in occasional spots. "Blossom Time" blossomed forth about as well as any tragic, sentimental light-opera could before an audience accustomed to mock-serious musical comedies on the order of "Red Hot and Blue," or "On Your Toes...

Author: By P. M. H., | Title: CRIMSON PLAYGOER | 12/8/1936 | See Source »

...Teamsters' Boss Cornelius ("Con") Shea; of wounds inflicted by 29 slugs fired from shotguns by passing gunmen; in Chicago. In a 30-year feud between the Galvin "outlaw" union and the International Brotherhood of Teamsters, affiliated with the American Federation of Labor, assassins have shot down Bosses George ("Red") Barker, William ("Three-Fingered Jack") White and Paddy Berrell...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Milestones, Dec. 7, 1936 | 12/7/1936 | See Source »

...next few years, no one who knows will tell. Presumably the figure was big enough to bother even optimistic Mr. Meehan. His firm did some heroic retrenching in the way of lopping off branch offices, including those at sea on crack transatlantic liners. But reports that the high-strung, red-haired onetime theatre ticket agent had lost his last shirt were exaggerated. Year ago Broker Meehan presented his son on his 21st birthday with a $130,000 seat on the New York Stock Exchange...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business: Broken Broker | 12/7/1936 | See Source »

...that seems a cross between an airplane cockpit and the driver's seat of an automobile. "You have come for a test?" he asks. "I don't know," I reply. Without more encouragement he ushers me to the seat and bids me grasp the wheel. "When you see the red light, apply the brakes as fast as you can." The red light flashes on the board above me, and quickly I press the brake pedal. "How was that!" I exult. "Terrible! It took you one second. Your car would have gone 88 feet before the brakes took hold; the average...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 12/7/1936 | See Source »

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