Word: viles
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Fresno-bound party slept at Tipton where, before they went northward, they traded some barley with Felicitas Guerreo's aunt. The old woman gave the barley to her niece to make some tortillas. They all cursed those vile vagabonds from Porterville, because the tortillas tasted so bad. The barley must have been spoiled. The Guerreos buried the food. But the chickens scratched it up, gobbled it down and promptly died. Felicitas Guerreo, 19, felt too miserable to curse. Her legs and stomach ached. Her parents hurried her to a hospital at Visalia...
...astounding success Ballyhoo opened the gates to a flood of imitators intent upon outdoing it in bawdry alone. Result: on newsstands of the land last week appeared two new magazines, "Aw Nerts!" and Slapstick which, with other recent offerings (Tickle-Me-Too, Hooey) comprise as vile a mess of reading as has ever been put on sale...
Then there this question of literature. There's "Vile Bodies" by Waugh, a book with the real smell of the earth in it. Or was it that Dam sun-like book about china? Amusing stuff, earth. Then there are post-war novels, thrilling they are, every hundred of them. Did Hemingway write "A Farewell to Arms" for nothing? Now there's a question. When America started there were people like Washington, Adams, and Jefferson around. Are they around now? Nope. Still, its pretty exciting...
...restraining Publisher McLean from divorcing her in Mexico (TIME, Nov. 17, 1930, June 22, 1930); in Washington. Her charges: that he lived "for protracted periods" with an unnamed woman; that he drank excessively and caused Mrs. McLean "bodily suffering by beating her and striking her, cursing and calling her vile names." A second suit petitions the District of Columbia Supreme Court to remove Publisher McLean as co-trustee of the estate of his late father, John Roll McLean, which owns the Post, the sale of which he prevented last summer (TIME, July 6). Referring to one of her husband...
...does my father say that?" cried Rachael. "He called my sweetheart vile names. . . . He said he would burn my eyes out, and my sweetheart said he would cut my father's throat. And he's going to burn my dresses. He didn't buy the dresses. I did. I paid for them with money I worked like a dog for. Why doesn't he leave us alone...