Word: sadly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Angler Howell's tuna had taken the pains to examine who had caught it last week, it, too, might have been amazed. Thomas Montgomery Howell is a tiny (5 ft. 4 in., 130 lb.) man of 51, with dainty little hands and feet, round shoulders and a small, sad face. Long famed as a speculator on the Chicago Board of Trade, he is accustomed to grappling with titans. Three years ago he cornered 70% of the visible U. S. corn supply, "squeezed" shorts, made himself...
Life No. 2. On the morning of Aug. 22, 1914 General Paul von Hindenburg, retired, awoke in his house at Hanover in a sad mood. The War had come too late for him. "I wondered whether my Emperor and King would require my services," he wrote in his memoirs. "No hint whatever of the kind had reached me during the last twelve months." Suddenly came a dispatch informing him that His Majesty had given him command of the Eastern Army. He had only time to get together the most necessary articles of clothing and have his old uniform...
...struck in Poet Engle's writings. Enthusiasts may compare him to Whitman, to Sandburg, to Frost, but cooler heads will wait for more achievement before upping him above MacLeish or Jeffers. A note of challenge to defeat, however, augurs well for the future. "Complaint to Sad Poets" sounds the battle cry: Will you never be done with barking at the moon? . . . The terrier bitch that whelped its litter today Under the barn where the dirt is moist and dark Shames and defies you with the quiet logic Of life that works its ancient way out, knowing No fulness...
...haircut and stop wearing funny clothes. Thurber drifted into newspaper work, was hired from the New York Evening Post by Editor Ross in 1927. A poor judge of men, Ross tried to make Thurber into a managing editor, for months kept him from writing a line. Sad, vague "Andy" White took instantly to sad, vague James Thurber. He salvaged Thurber's neurotic, amorphous scratchpad drawings from the waste baskets by the thousands, finally bulldozed scornful Editor Ross into printing them. Today the magazine pays Thurber $100 apiece for the same drawings. Thurber's salary...
...France. They appreciated his delicacy in waiting until his next to last week in office before marrying a lady of wealth with a chateau in southern France. When President Gaston Doumergue retired his popularity remained such as utterly to eclipse his two successors. There was no one else whom sad-eyed, colorless President Albert Lebrun could call to the Premiership in the bloody days of last winter when le peuple seemed rising against a Government hopelessly corrupt. Last week beloved Gaston Doumergue went to the microphone and gave an accounting of his stewardship as Premier in the last six fateful...