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Word: sofas (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...this point Franklin Roosevelt, who had been sitting in his chair beaming upon press and Canada, quietly put in a word. Of course, he said, there could be no official talk, but if he and the Governor-General sat on a White House sofa, there was nothing in any constitution which could stop them from soliloquizing on international affairs. And neither of them was deaf...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Sofa Soliloquies | 4/12/1937 | See Source »

...looked through the window and there was Pauline on the sofa with another man -a young fellow he was; looked much younger than she. . . . Pauline had on blue lounging pajamas. I bought them for her, dammit! "I rapped on the door and ordered her to open. Nobody came, so I took my key and went in. Pauline screamed and dashed out the back way. I yelled after her that I only wanted to talk to her, but she kept going. Lights came on in most of the houses and neighbors began pouring...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CANADA: Mr. X & Mr. Y | 3/22/1937 | See Source »

...highest prizes in the show-the $700 Altman Prize for a figure painting by an American-born citizen, which went to Charles Stafford Duncan for Girl in Black, a study of a sombre, thin-faced young woman with a curiously rigid left hand, seated on a sofa...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Academy's 112th | 3/22/1937 | See Source »

...oath bill interferes with abuse of freedom, not freedom itself. It's an honor to be asked to defend the Constitution. Why, notaries are charged five dollars for their oaths. If I charged the teachers that, they'd be after me with machine guns!" Dorgan relaxed against the sofa and laughed heartily...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Dorgan, on Oath Bill Doomsday, Feels That His Brain-Child Honors Teachers | 3/17/1937 | See Source »

...Borden came back from his errands worn out by the heat. He went into the sitting room, stretched out on the sofa. Soon Bridget, dozing in her room, was roused by a cry from Miss Lizzie: ''Come down here! Father's dead; someone came in and killed him!" Mr. Borden was still lying on the sofa, his face and head a mask of blood. He had been hacked to death with some sharp, heavy instrument. His body was still warm, the blood was still flowing. Neighbors came running, the house was searched; in the spare room they...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Forty Whacks | 3/15/1937 | See Source »

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