Word: thank
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...told Marthy, thank God a man who believeth in Jesus Christ is not dead. "We know that we are not very high in society, but God loves us. ... O, what would Jesus say if he passed through Marion? He's weepin' at all this scenery." At Gastonia. The Marion murders gave North Carolina its sixth textile tangle now current in the courts. One of the other trials, that of 16 workers accused of murdering the police chief of Gastonia, got going again last week at Charlotte after repeated delays (TIME, Sept. 23). The 16 defendants, mostly Northern organizers...
...asked the unobtrusive man. "Yes . . . too expensive." "How much?" "Oh, about three million dollars to begin it." The visitor fished a checkbook out of his pocket, wrote out a check, passed it to President Lowell. The President looked in bewilderment at the signature: "Edward S. Harkness." Harkness? Harkness? "Why, thank you. . . . Ah, could you lunch with me?" he finally asked. "I'm very sorry, but my wife is shopping in Boston and I have promised to meet her. Good morning. . . . By the way, if the plan costs more, let me know how much." The unobtrusive man nodded pleasantly...
...radio station is a matter between God and the Christian Catholic Apostolic Church. It was conceived and born in prayer." Despite its solvency, Zion City remains unattractive. The houses, except for Overseer Voliva's rococo mansion, are low and cheap. The streets are dusty, with incredibly deep thank-you-ma'ams. A monster billboard warns transients to obey the laws of Zion or begone...
...with his newspapers, sold them out swiftly by the expedient of crying, falsely, facetiously, "Doubleuxtree! Charlie Ross is found!" There is a Loop story that when the late J. Ogden Armour was in a state of acute financial difficulty, Mr. McCulloch offered him a check for one million dollars. "Thank you, Charlie," said Mr. Armour, "but it wouldn't be a drop in the bucket." Mr. McCulloch lives at No. 936 Lake Shore Drive...
...thank you in advance for your attention to my modest request. I hope that we will both see the time when, in the mind of the layman, Mars will cease to rule on a celestial throne, but will take residence with his friend and cohort, Satan, in the bowels of the earth...