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...party, complete with hillbilly band. Democrat Fulbright, listening to Arkansas Democrats, found that they were satisfied with Congress. But they had a few reservations about Mr. Fulbright himself, about his sudden emergence as postwar planner (TIME, June 28). Said Farm Bureau Head H. S. Mobley: "Congressman Fulbright's talkin' about the peace over there. That's all very well, but what about over here, where we can't even get our milk picked up?" Farmers wanted to know about the feed shortage, higher prices for poultry; merchants asked why canned goods had higher ceiling prices...
...hole was blowed in him? There is also a certain social distinction ("There goes the man who killed Little Jack Combs. He did it with a big, shiny .44. It made a big, round hole in Little Jack's belly. And Little Jack laid there on the ground, talkin' before he died...
...sayin' they're goin' to take Eunice away from me. They're a-sayin' the law-makin' men in Nashville is makin' a law sayin' my marriage ain't legal. They've scared Eunice to death talkin' about sendin' her to reform school. I'm that pestered I can't plant my tobacco crop nor git no work done. All I know is they ain't goin' to take Eunice away 'thout it's over my dead body." Eunice's mother...
...does large-scale entertainment on his Anacacho Ranch at Spofford, Tex. Jowled, powerfully-built, 53, he is suspicious of the Press, which he thinks mistreated him in London three years ago (TIME, June 26, 1933). To newshawks last week he drawled: "A Federal Reserve Board membership is not a talkin' job." He is rated a strictly political appointee...
...fine day. Much oblige, Heavenly Father. The sun shines so pretty. The purtes thang. . . . Hush, son, you talkin like a fool. Hush now, son, old boy. . . . Pore old Capm man. Pore old hoppin and cussin rascal. Make bricks all summer. . . . And, Heavenly Father, who art up yonder, all we got now is bricks. Mom and Violet and Macon and Big Sister and me squattin in corners munchin a brick apiece. Not eem gravy or sweetenin either. . . . Hello, Tooter. How you? . . . Oh, kissin runs in our family. . . . Hello, Shackle. Hidy-do, good-lookin. How you? Oh, I'm all right...