Word: treating
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...that even the Orator found it best to solemnly drink on the platform a total of five bottles of mineral water. The happy rural delegates, for most of whom a free trip to the Moscow All-Union Congress of the Soviets once every few years is a glorious treat, gave their mass cheers with greatest goodwill at all the right places and even whooped merrily at J. Stalin, "Louder! Speak...
That color will not come into its own until producers can forget about it has been the chief lesson of every colored film to date. Selznick International may well be the first company to become familiar enough with this medium to treat it with proper carelessness. Unhurried by such outside spurs as the change in theatre equipment that transformed sound overnight from a pipe dream to a necessity, other producers are still wary of color as an expensive and perhaps unhealthy precedent. Selznick International, after a board meeting in which Backer John Hay ("Jock") Whitney was re-elected chairman, Producer...
Emil Ludwig will speak at the Ford Hall forum Sunday evening on "Living Makers of History". Ludwig, whose many books have dealt with famous people of history, will treat with the leading figures on the present European scene...
...whether he sees his work again or not. For though some teachers are willing to hand back and discuss their students' papers, the average undergraduate has too often been forced to look on examinations as ancient history as soon as the proctor collects them. For the University to treat in so haphazard a fashion work that counts more heavily than any single factor in a college career is clearly a breach of trust, and a uniform system should be devised by which all who desire may get their books back at the end of a given course or term...
...carried him "stealing quietly uphill. . . . I found myself incoherently delighted like a child. . . . Attempting to avoid nothing, in fact, choosing if anything, the worst pieces of surface, I sailed down the middle of Bishop's Avenue hating the whole performance like poison, for I loathe so to treat a car . . . potholes a foot deep are everywhere. . . . Cars with orthodox springing, even of the best kind, shake the teeth in one's head as they pass over Bishop's Avenue. . . . Ghastly thuds sounded beneath the car as the road wheels rose and fell, but the classic shape...