Word: sat
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Secretary Hull sat dejected, slumped in his chair. But Franklin Roosevelt, taking this final wallop in his Neutrality fight, was more resilient. He informed the Senators that he would carry the issue to the People. (Senator Borah growled that, all right, the People should hear the other side, too.) He got the Senators to agree that full responsibility for failure to change the Neutrality law now should rest with them, and that Neutrality shall be the first order of business on their calendar next session. Taking pen & paper, he scratched off a statement reiterating that he and the Secretary...
...Armament: Absolute Honesty, Purity, Unselfishness, Love. MRA, launched in the East this spring, had been brought to the West Coast by Dr. Frank Nathan Daniel Buchman and 1,000 followers, many of whom traveled across the land on a 22-car "MRA Special." In the Hollywood Bowl, the Buchmanites sat on the stage beneath the acoustic shell newly labeled NEW MEN . . . NEW NATIONS . . . A NEW WORLD. To see and hear them, 25,000 Southern Californians jammed the Bowl, 10,000 more were turned away...
Cold with anger, Franklin Roosevelt sat down and dictated a statement, denying that he and Cordell Hull had yet decided what to do next about neutrality, giving U. P. a piece of his mind. Excerpts...
...broad black hat and flowing black Windsor tie), a prodigious writer, talker, fighter and drinker, Pitchfork Smith worshipped at the shrine of one man and one man only: William Cowper Brann (the Iconoclast). Once, on Brann's birthday, his disciple got drunk, visited his grave at Waco, and sat there all night communing with the soul of his friend, for every drink he took himself pouring an equal amount of whiskey...
...directors' table in the big board room of Jersey City's First National Bank one day last week sat handsome, strapping Oscar Cintas, a long Cuban cigarette between his slim fingers, a sleekly rolled umbrella between his well-tailored knees. Across the table, and nervous under Oscar Cintas' blazing black eyes, sat gnome-like Charlie Hardy. Jampacked in the room were some 125 A. C. F. stockholders, come to the annual meeting to see Hardy and Cintas, no longer friends, have...