Word: sweets
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Mail addressed in the past few months "To the Gamest Kid in America" has found its way directly to Clarence Hastings, City Hospital, Syracuse, N. Y. He was 14 and a hero, having lived in a Drinker respirator one day longer than anyone else. His runner-up was Birdsall Sweet, also 14, of Beacon, N. Y. The infantile paralysis epidemic of last summer and autumn (TIME, Feb. 15, et ante) had put them in respirators, big sheet steel cans which made a bellows of their listless lungs, pumped air into them (TIME, Sept. 8, 1930; Sept. 21). Stories of Clarence...
...self-made colossus of Scandinavian finance. Matchman Kreuger was putting a bullet into his heart for business reasons (see p. 45) and for human reasons. His nerves were drawn so taut (he had suffered a nervous breakdown recently in New York) that to release the strain was welcome, sweet. His physician had warned him the day before that his heart would not stand much more. "M. Kreuger is sleeping," said the concierge of the apartment about 1:30 p.m. when Vice President Krister Littorin of Swedish Match, who had expected to lunch with his chief at the Hotel du Rhin...
...crumpled dress-suit. To save this youth from the wrath of his aunts, the family lawyer, Appleway, of "Appleway, Appleway, and Plunket", uses the providential entrance of Wrigley to acquire a substitute for the disrectable Smythe at the funeral. Three weeks before, Amelia, the youngest of the Tweedles, shockingly sweet and innocent, was stirred by the glimpse of a strange man. She fainted then, and she fainted again at the sight of Wrigley. Around this case of love at first sight, and the woefully muddling impersonation of Smythe by Wrigley, the plot proceeds to heights of hilarious comedy, and closes...
...faced elimination. One preacher said he liked the fourth stanza of "Welcome, Sweet Day of Rest" by Watts which is on the commission's list for rejection. But the others giggled when Dr. Langdale read...
...mighty arms and legs, and ample breasts that suckled those ungrateful brats. Her dress is torn, her hair is mussed, and sweat stands on her cheeks, "wrinkled deep in time". But there is a red in her lips, a sparkle in her eyes, and her breath is as sweet as the breath of an old mooly cow. She holds her latest baby under the crook of her arm, and hustles along.--Quoted by Dean Mendell in an address printed in the Yale Alumni Weekly...