Word: silver
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week, at the end of the first inning of a Yankee game with the St. Louis Browns, the players of both teams crowded around home plate while the editor of The Sporting News presented Gehrig with a silver statue inscribed with his record. Said Gehrig, showing signs of strain and fatigue: "It looks as though Miller Huggins gave me rather steady employment at that." Going back to work, the Yankees played like champions for an inning or two, then lost the game, 7-6, despite Babe Ruth's 27th home run of the season. Gehrig made two hits...
...Senator James Couzens is not a tactful man. Last week in Detroit, where he got his riches as Henry Ford's foreman-partner and his radicalism as a rambunctious police commissioner, silver-crowned Senator Couzens bluntly accused his home town bankers of pulling down their temples on their own heads...
...smiles and says: "What's good about it? All the benks are going to close." Another Language (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer). This vigorous if slightly over-acid adaptation of Rose Franken's play has the misfortune of being released only three months after the cinema version of The Silver Cord which it somewhat resembles in point of view if not in construction. But where The Silver Cord impeached only one miserable old lady for her exaggerated interest in her sons. Another Language shows the more complicated problems that can arise when an entire family of spineless offspring falls under...
...women in Floradora dresses, the men in early 20th Century costume. To prepare their setting for a fancy dress ball they had taken over Central City's Teller House, next door to the Opera House, restored its grandeur of 1873 when President Grant stepped into it on silver paving slabs. The presidential suite was last week a museum, complete with President Grant's huge mahogany bed. The ballroom was readied for a fancy dress ball after the play...
...little room up under the roof smoking meditatively and wondering at the beauty of a girl's profile against a shaded lamp. She was reading Eleanor Wylie's poetry half aloud. Her lips were wet, and the dampness in the air wove her black hair into ringlets. Outside silver rain was falling softly through the blackness in Bay State Road, and the poplars were glad for the rain...