Word: war
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Many a U. S. woman has starved to preserve a slim figure, some men have refrained from reaching for a sweet. Nonetheless, the world's sugar crop has become yearly greater. Largely and suddenly expanded after the War, production increased by leaps and bounds until prices clumped, profits dwindled...
...Leicester, England, last week, met the National Union of Schoolmasters. As had been expected they flaunted their masculinity with loud pride. The Schoolmasters Union is the male offspring of the National Union of Schoolteachers which once was composed of both male and female members. After the War the male members seceded because they felt that male teachers, in general, should receive higher wages than female. Since then, they have met once a year and usually said unpleasant things about female teachers. Last week, therefore, English women schoolteachers listened nervously for a scathing male pronunciamento. They heard several...
Morris Gest, Russian-born Manhattan theatre-man, made a speech in Milwaukee last week. Excerpts: "A nation might not, officially, do what Henry Ford as a citizen may do. Let him, who thought enough of humanity to send a peace ship to war-torn Europe, now send American experts who can analyze, assimilate and then present to America the needs of a nation ready, eager, anxious to emerge from clouds of darkness and take a rightful place among the nations of the world. . . . Then let the report of the committee be presented to President Hoover, who will know what...
...PATHWAY-Henry Williamson- Dutton ($2.50). After the War, William Maddison crept back to his native Devon, to the burrows, the sandhills, the rising and ebbing tides, to starry nights in winter, to summer nights of mad lightning and serene moonlight. At the Manor of Wildernesse he still found Mary, "grave and beautiful and innocent," who loved small birds and high winds as he did himself...
...thought of War and wrote, "The hair of my Mary is dark, and her eyes are shadowed deep, but the despair of the lost generation was darker, and the water in the shell-holes that drowned them was deeper. How may I rest against her heart which beats so gently, when the heart of the world is troubled, when its breast may be beaten again by the iron of the guns of the lightless people? I am weary, but how can I rest having seen the Light...