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...governor of Louisiana, swaggering, shifty-eyed Earl Kemp Long has hardly been able to spit, scratch or take off his shoes without rousing a disconcerting ghost. During his 3½ months in office the legend of his brother Huey has dominated and overshadowed him almost as thoroughly as the live Kingfish did during the noisy years of the Great Louisiana Hayride...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: LOUISIANA: The Winnfield Frog | 8/30/1948 | See Source »

...through the room of his tree-shrouded Rye home as he abstractedly nodded: 'Babe Ruth was just a human citizen-a human American citizen.'" Westbrook Pegler, putting his worst (kickless) foot forward, told how Ruth, "a burly oaf [who] could suck half a pound of tobacco and spit through his ears," had autographed a baseball for him, a gift that helped him win his bride 26 years...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: The Babe Ruth Story | 8/30/1948 | See Source »

...Alice Roosevelt Longworth, one of her society foes. "Put it on the front page," she ordered. "Mr. Hearst says that's the only place where people will read it." Circulation, wallowing at 61,000, soon doubled as Washingtonians grabbed the Herald to see whom or what Cissie would spit at next...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Cissie | 8/2/1948 | See Source »

...candidates held several joint debates. But Margaret Smith carried her campaign to places where a house with a shed is called a village. Whenever she could get away from Washington, she hustled back to Maine. Booted & bemittened, on days when the fog was so thick a man could hardly spit, on days when the natives allowed "it wuz cold enough to freeze two dry rags together," she made the rounds of the state. In Bangor, she fell and broke her arm, stubbornly insisted on keeping a speaking date four hours later...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MAINE: A Yard of Pump Water | 7/5/1948 | See Source »

...shoulder and its dazzling whiteness, some sort of craziness possessed me; instead of putting my lips to the cheek she offered me, fascinated by her dazzling shoulder, I gave it a great bite . . . My cousin screamed with pain and I with horror. She began to bleed and I to spit with disgust...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Immoral Moralist | 6/7/1948 | See Source »

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