Word: ve
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Occasion for this naïve pronouncement was the news that Mrs. Marjorie Post Close Hutton Davies, apparently confident that her newly-appointed husband would remain Ambassador to Russia for at least two years, was sending 2,000 pints of frozen cream to Moscow and 25 electric refrigerators to keep it in. The Red comrade's smartcrack betrayed gross ignorance of Mrs. Davies' corporate connections and of the capitalistic uses of publicity...
Challenged from the floor on this point, Representative Fish blurted: "If you want me to tell the whole truth I will, and it will be 100% worse than what I've said. The Republican Party itself inspired the sending out of vicious attacks on Social Security in pay envelopes. Why. I have letters from William Allen White and other liberals denouncing this practice in such language that I could not use it before this assembly...
...Dorothea Kent). Getting this situation straightened out involves some of the most uneven comedy dialog of the season. Sample, when Maizie is angling for a job on Body & Brain: "I can hear my mother say take good care of your body, Maizie, because it's all you've...
...figures in the coming automobile industry. When Walter Briggs was unable to get World Series pasteboards because the ball club and not Mel was the chief purveyor of tickets, Mel went to see his friend Frank Navin, part owner of the Tigers. Said Mel with dignity: "Frank, you've got to get me two tickets. . . . They're for Walter Briggs." Mr. Navin snapped: "And who the hell is Walter Briggs?" Mel grew eloquent about Briggs's loyalty to the Tigers, offered to introduce him to Navin. When he did, Briggs got tickets...
...right for the Freshmen to have a bunch of good runners but when they start beating the captain of the Varsity, they're going too far. And when their relay team beats the Varsity, they're going too far. And when they win the 600, they're--well they've already gone too far anyway...