Word: spared
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...afternoon last week a spare, bronzed man, clad in faded blouse and overalls, was trudging along a dirt road two miles outside Yellow Springs, Ohio, when a reporter pulled up in a car alongside...
After working, eating and sleeping, most U. S. citizens have some 40 hours a week left. They may loaf, talk, read, walk in the park. But their biggest single recreation, accounting for one-fifth of their spare time and a bigger proportion of their spare cash, is commercial entertainment. The U. S. people each year spend about $10,000,000,000 (an estimated one-fifth of their income) for all forms of recreation, including their public parks. One-third to one-half of this goes to the biggest U. S. industry-commercial recreation...
...aviator who climbed to a passenger altitude record after three months as a licensed pilot, an advertiser who climbed to a vice-presidency after 13 years with Manhattan's Federal Advertising Agency. Then he escaped to the French Riviera to write popular stories about a Scottish engineer. His spare time he passed in fencing and pistol shooting until he found scaly targets more interesting...
...BEFORE I WAKE-Sherwood King - Simon & Schuster ($2). The chauffeur of a rich Long Island lawyer, involved in a murder conspiracy, finds himself on trial for the murder of a man he did not kill. Plot: clever; style: swift, spare...
...whole family without an instant's remorse, is a pompous, ridiculous, formidable figure. "Ah - fine weather," says Papa Pasquier, as he steps outdoors, "or at least pretty good." Although Author Duhamel obviously sympathizes with the hysterical, poetic Laurent, who tells the story, he nevertheless does not spare him. To shame his money-grubbing brother the penniless Laurent takes his first 1,000 francs and horrifies him by tearing it up and throwing it into the Marne. Not for a long time can Laurent steel himself to confess that while he was making his grandiose speech about poetry and greed...