Word: summer
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Later Boyle reminisced: "We lived in a big, old-fashioned house, and I remember the Trumans used to come over and visit us on Sundays. What I remember best were the political picnics the party used to hold every summer at Lone jack, Mo., outside Kansas City. These were hell-roaring, rip-snorting affairs with the loudest & longest speeches you ever heard. The President loved those picnics, never missed one." Boyle recalled listening to the President's St. Louis speech just before the 1948 election. "About halfway through, he began talking off the cuff...
...average citizen in California, Oregon and Washington voted for pensions with something of the attitude of a nightclub sot listening to Mother Machree-it was hard to be critical because the words were so sad. Furthermore many of the old folks had a legitimate case. But this summer thousands of taxpayers were recalling their own generosity with purse-clutching alarm. The Pacific Coast had become a minor-league welfare state of its own, and new pension and welfare plans seemed to be pushing the states toward the brink of bankruptcy...
...this summer, balding, 63-year-old Handa decided that his search was over. On the telephone poles in Maebashi's dusty streets appeared placards advertising Warau Kamisama, the Laughing God. Said Handa: "I was fascinated. I have always felt that man is most human when he has a smile on his face...
...usual, the crowd stamped first into the "25 Dollar Room" to grab up the bargains-small pictures signed by such big-name summer residents as Reginald Marsh, Clay Bartlett and John Koch. Summertime Vermonter Paul Sample had forsaken landscapes to paint a dingy backstage ballet scene; John Taylor Arms sent a sheaf of his architectural etchings. But such relatively individualistic efforts were exceptions to the show as a whole...
...late summer days the Book-of-the-Month Club has chosen this breezy tale about a seven-year-old ragamuffin who wandered into Queen Victoria's dining room one evening, and thereby briefly set the Empire on its ear. Since it appears that something like this did happen once upon a time, Author Bonnet's job in The Mudlark was to fluff up the fact into a light historical novel. This, with the help of a lot of imaginary speeches and caperings by the Queen, William Gladstone and Benjamin Disraeli, he has done well enough...