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Word: ve (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1930-1939
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...they had armed themselves, the great iron bins lined three deep inside plant gates, filled with such missiles as bolts, pipe joints, grenade-sized automobile parts. "Troops might get through here," a striker confided to Scripps-Howard's Raymond Clapper, "but you ought to see what we've got inside. We have much more material than this piled around each stairway." "It would be folly," roared the New York Herald Tribune, "to call the sit-in strike of Detroit by any but its right name. That name is insurrection...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: LABOR: Everybody's Doing It | 3/29/1937 | See Source »

...ve always thought that Shakspere was batty when he said a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. What there is about the word rose that calls up images of sweetly perfumed balconies on sultry moon-lit evenings in the spring, and maidens eager to be stormed thereon, and oh! so tenderly captured, we don't know. But we're perfectly sure that if the vicissitudes of language had caused Romeo to climb by a trellis of cucumbers to Juliet's bower to gain that soul-stirring kiss, the play might as well not have been written. There...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 3/25/1937 | See Source »

THIS LIFE I'VE LOVED-Isobel Field- Longmans, Green ($3). The step-daughter of Robert Louis Stevenson recalls with a benevolent serenity unusual in artists' memoirs, her varied life in Nevada mining camps, San Francisco's art colony, Hawaiian King Kalakaua's court, in Samoa as amanuensis to Stevenson during his last days...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Fiction: Recent Books: Mar. 22, 1937 | 3/22/1937 | See Source »

...matter of fact in that quiet and secluded den of science, far from the madding maelstrom of university life, we passed the most hair-raising quarter hour we've yet known. For innocently accepting an invitation to witness a short operation on a cat, we had no sooner crossed the threshold of the formaldehyde-filled room when the coils of drama closed round us like an octopus and didn't let go till we left in a state of exhaustion, bloody and quite bowed...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 3/22/1937 | See Source »

...ve never experimented on cats, don't do it, and especially don't go near an historical puss. For our professor friend had begun to name his laboratory beasts after the Presidents of the United States, and this is fair warning to one and all to beware...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 3/22/1937 | See Source »

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