Word: sat
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Sometime later we welcomed to our very "Christmas Evey" party a tall man in his thirties, with a weather-beaten face and intense blue eyes surrounded by the tiny wrinkles which come from long years at sea. It was Lieut. Capt. Helmuth von Mücke. We sat down to Christmas Eve dinner about 8 o'clock. At midnight coffee was served (also Christmas cookies), but not until 3 o'clock in the morning did anyone think of the time or of moving from their places. We heard at first hand the story of those now world-famous...
That night in Berlin the Führer sat down in his great Chancellery and for three hours studied, word by word, the Prime Minister's speech. After that he called a conference of his most trusted henchmen and his highest ranking Generals. The Berlin blackout was ordered deepened, with arrests threatened for the smallest infraction. Berlin also halfway expected the bombers. But there was still some talking to be done. Emerging from Herr Hitler's study long after midnight was a polished, suave, smooth-faced man who for years has been one of the Führer...
...style, squshier, stickier, whipped-cream pie, summoned oldtime Pie-slinger Buster Keaton to hurl 56 of them; called in Mack Sennett, Chester Conklin, Jed Prouty, many another old-timer to impersonate themselves, resurrected Keystone Cops* and Bathing Beauties, the bewitchingly crossed eyes of Bartender Ben Turpin. Many a fan sat twice through the heartthrob antics of 1939 to see the side-splitting antics...
...SAT AMONG THE ASHES-William Schack-American Artists Group...
...Boston Post wired Bill, asked him to cover a post-season football game between Texas A. & M. and Centre College. The Post wanted 500 words. That day the great Bo McMillin was married, his bride sat wrapped in a blanket on the players' bench with a corsage pinned to her shoulder, and unknown A. & M. licked Centre 18-6. Bill started sending in his story, paused after 1,500 soulful words to ask whether they wanted him to stop. Back came the Post's answer: "Pour it on." So Bill sent another 1,500 words...