Word: wet
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...earn this week the thanks of both Wets and Drys by saying the W. C. T. U. has a "crafty old head" in Mrs. Ella A. Boole (TIME, July 18). You have furnished the Wets another opprobrious and abusive epithet for women, of whom you mention three, whose title to honor and respect no Wet seems able to understand...
Kansas Republicans picked Banker Ben Sandford Paulen, onetime Governor, to make the Senate race. Renominated by the Democrats was Senator George McGill who handily defeated a lone Wet opponent. The only Wet to make any snowing in dust-dry Kansas was Edward White Patterson, a Democratic lawyer pledged to Repeal who squeaked through to a House nomination in the heavily Republican 3rd Congressional district. Because Reapportionment cost Kansas one House seat, Republican Representatives Strong and Lambertson had to fight it out for the ist District's nomination. Mr. Strong, ardent Hooverite, was defeated...
Missouri. To succeed Harry Bartow Hawes, retiring voluntarily from the Senate to work for wild life, Democrats nominated Bennett Champ Clark, 42-year-old son of the late great Speaker of the House. Nominee Clark, militant Wet, was a genuine A. E. F. colonel. He helped found the American Legion in Paris. He practices law in St. Louis. In the primary he beat Charles M. Howell, passive Wet, who lay in a Kansas City hospital with double pneumonia as the result of too strenuous campaigning. His victory was a thumping defeat for Tom Pendergast, Democratic boss of Kansas City, whose...
...Republican Senatorial nomination went easily to Henry W. Kiel, onetime bricklayer, who served twelve years as Mayor of St. Louis. As both Nominees Kiel and Clark are wringing Wet, Missouri's new Senator is sure to be for repeal of the 18th Amendment...
Congorilla (Fox) is noteworthy as the first African jungle talking picture. Mr. & Mrs. Martin Johnson have recorded pygmy dialects and drums, the yapping of wild dogs, the yawning of hippopotamuses, lions' rare roars, the whooshing of thousands of flamingo wings, the slithering of crocodiles along wet rocks, the Martin Johnsons' phonograph playing jazz. There is little pretense of danger. Audiences still shift in their seats when two tons of horny rhinoceros rush at the camera, but the statistical safety of the man or woman with the gun makes the thrill meretricious. More valid is the leisurely charm...