Word: thanks
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...program follows: Now Thank We All Our God . . . Karg-Elert (Mr. Phelps): Eye Hath Not Seen (Holy City). . . Gaul (Mrs, Metras): Prelude to Parsifal. . .Wagner (Mr. Phelps): Oh Man Bewil Thy Awful Sin. . .Bach (Mr. Phelps): Into Thy Hands (God's Time is Best). . .Bach (Mrs. Metras): Sinfonietta (God's Time is Best). . .Bach and Toccats (Symphony) Wider (Mr. Phelps...
...many new people have you men?" evoked some amusing answers: Fifty, 14, none of them look new, two people--76 farm hands, too many to count, none thank Heavens...
...superior" members (i. e. principals and superintendents) who have long controlled its organization. Flayed was the influence of State superintendents, life directors and past presidents who sit ex officio on the N. E. A. assembly. Cried one critic: "We don't have ex-Presidents in the Congress . . . and. thank God. we don't have ex-Mayors in our city council. I see no reason why we should have ex-presidents of the Association on the assembly. . . . Men who once represented the feeling of their local membership do not always continue to do so. Take the historic case...
...last week as though Mrs. Kelley's goal, once so remote and so futile, was destined to be achieved faster and better by voluntary code agreements in Washington under the pressure of an emergency than by the cumbersome constitutional method. If so. the children of the nation can thank the Depression for setting them free...
...darling eye or sprinkle gold on some wisp of hair. And he had felt deliciously sad about himself and these tall willowy dancing girls who would soon be frowsy and decrepit. These fine lads going out late into the world to be broken slowly on the wheel of fortune. Thank God he had another year. He felt so sad for the whole world he could have cried. And suddenly he didn't care and wandered away inconsolable into the dark night. He haunted all the buildings where he had lived, and went into the Yard and touched the worn hollows...