Word: sundays
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Warren's friends said he was still uncertain whether to run for a third term as governor. If he did, Jimmy Roosevelt was obviously banking on an asset which none of Warren's previous opponents had ever boasted-a magic name. Lately Jimmy had been making Sunday-night radio talks, right after Walter Winchell, and had already gotten floods of letters from admirers who wrote things like: "You sound just like your father, God bless...
Spring Is Here. McNeil spoke up again. "When I am working hard ... I think it not unreasonable to ask my wife to provide me with a hot meal," said McNeil, "but I have been known to urge my wife to leave the making of the Sunday lunch to me ... I make a very excellent Sunday lunch." U.S. Delegate Eleanor Roosevelt threw a sharper spear: "Who does the housework in the Soviet Union? Is it always done by the men, or are all the services performed through some communal arrangement...
Norman Mailer, whose The Naked and the Dead is still a bestselling U.S. novel, was too outspoken for the British. "Incredibly foul and beastly . . . No decent man could leave it lying about the house, or know without shame that his womenfolk were reading it," fumed the Sunday Times in a front-page editorial...
...bedtime, he has almost finished five daily Blondie strips. A neat, fast worker, he rarely changes a line. Even with two assistants, it takes Young two more days to finish the first five strips, do a sixth, and turn out a Sun day Blondie page and a short Sunday strip called Colonel Potterby and the Duchess. He usually spends a couple of days swim ming, woodworking and loafing before he puts in two more days personally answer ing his fan mail (he sends every fan a card cartoon, often adds a note), and taking care of the business side...
...plight of the American woman whose children are out from under--at Harvard, say--is truly alarming. Lost, she turns up at the local women's club, gardening, or ladies' aid, and thinks of what her children were like a few years ago. And then, on the second Sunday of May, comes Her Day, and with it a box of chocolate brandy delights. Ah, mother love...