Word: throat
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...wanted you to stay as Governor, but now we have a bigger job for you." Delegate Ruth Buchanan, a Glendale housewife, spoke of his "duty to the nation." The words became more heated. There were mutterings that Warren was being a traitor to his Party, and cutting his political throat as well. A freshman delegate, burly, forthright Movie Producer David O. Selznick (Gone with the Wind, Rebecca, Since You Went Away), stopped such talk. Said he: "Who are we to question our . . . Governor's decision? He's just as patriotic as any man in this room...
...less trouble than most mothers. Tom was a boy who did household chores because he knew it was his duty; cheerfully practiced his two hours on the piano every Saturday even though the kids outside were yelling for him to play ball; marched off to school with a sore throat because he did not want to mar his spotless attendance record. Said Mrs. Dewey: "I never thought about him being President. I just hoped he would be a good...
...feet three, black-helmeted, wearing the Iron Cross at his throat, Schlieben was a beaten man. His flabby, worried face was a tired grey; his grey-green greatcoat was mud-splotched and a mass of wrinkles. The starch had gone out of both the man and his clothes...
...money in church choirs and explored torts at Columbia, Frances Hutt spent two years on the stage, including a spell as a singer in George White's Scandals. By 1928 Thomas Dewey had made two decisions. Forced to sing at an important concert when he had a sore throat, he decided once & for all that he could not let his future depend on such a fragile thing as his vocal chords. And he married Frances Hutt, who immediately retired from the stage, in time became the mother of Thomas Edmund Jr. (now 11) and John Martin Dewey...
...answer some of the questions subscribers all over the world have been asking about how Time gathers, verifies, writes and distributes its news. Copy Boy Bill Lohden was on all-night duty at the A.P. machine when the invasion flash came. His heart went right up in his throat (as most hearts all over America did), but like every one else at TIME he had known for weeks just what his job would be at H-hour, and the bells on the A.P. printer had hardly stopped ringing before he put in the first telephone call that started editors, writers...