Word: roome
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...might easily have won, because he likes Joe Bailey. Over his colleagues in Congress, as over his constituents, he has developed a hold based on respect and confidence. Aged 49, he regards John Nance Garner as "a second daddy." For all 14 years his capital residence has been a room in the modest Washington Hotel next door to Mr. Garner's. Lindsay Warren did not consult the White House when he drafted the Reorganization bill. The New Deal's leader in the Senate, "Dear Alben" Barkley, even stepped aside in the sharp Senate battle, leaving the generalship...
...press dining room at the San Francisco Fair two ghastly murals of Peace and War, crammed with sexy and hirsute nudes of both sexes, were covered with drapes. Said one Fair official: "It isn't good for the digestion...
...opera turned out to be a sort of musical and dramatic palindrome.* Called Hin und zurück ("There and back"), it walked up to a tragic climax, then backed away from it like an ambassador in a throne room. Its hero comes home on his wife's birthday, gives her a present, discovers a letter from her lover, pulls a pistol, shoots her. While two ambulance surgeons carry out the body, he moans that life means nothing more to him, gulps a cup of tea and jumps out the window...
...precisely 8:25 every morning except Sunday last week, the employes of the First National Bank of Pikeville, Ky. entered the bank through a side door, filed past a chiming cuckoo clock, gathered in the directors' room. There Bookkeeper Mary Clark seated herself at a shiny electric organ and began a service consisting of a hymn, ten Bible verses, a short but earnest homily. The homily was delivered by stout, expansive, 39-year-old John Marvin Yost, the bank's vice president, cashier, trust officer and secretary. Sample sentiment: "Pikeville is the grandest town that ever...
...small, dingy Paris room, where dregs of a stormy sunset filtered through the window, a young physician named Antoine Thibault found three people: a doctor, younger and more inexperienced than himself, a curious, silent, red-headed woman named Rachel, a little girl who was dying. Antoine was no surgeon, but incapable of taking thought without action, he decided to operate at once. He cleared the plates off the table, placed the child on it. He stripped the shade from the lamp. Sweating, exalted, anxious and yet confident, he thought, when the preparations went well: "I'm a wonderful fellow...