Word: white
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Author of these plays, written for radio and church performance, and acted last week on the platform in a church in Boulder, Colo., was a masterful, mannish-voiced gynotheocrat, Bishop Alma White, 77. Once a Methodist, wife of a preacher, Mrs. White read herself out of her church because it frowned on her preaching. She founded a society of her own. That was nearly 40 years ago. Her church became known as the Pillar of Fire. Widowed, Mrs. White started a pious, shouting, camp-meeting community in New Jersey, named it Zarephath after the place where the "widow woman" sustained...
Indomitable Bishop White has built 49 churches, three colleges. She edits six magazines, travels continually between Zarephath and the West. She learned to drive an automobile at 50, to swim at 55, to paint in oils at 70. She has two radio stations, WAWZ at Zarephath, KPOF in Denver, where her Alma Temple is also a thriving concern. Her Prohibition plays, written with broadcasting in mind, had their premiere there. Her audience, recruited from Denver churches, thought them pillar-powerful, fiery-fierce...
...canned beer together." Once a year Joe meets "the alumni of his school fraternity," and on rare occasions he takes Gertrude "uptown" to the theatre. "They spring a dinner at one of the smart Manhattan joints, jostle in the crowds, and rubberneck the lights of the Great White...
Huey Pierce Long did go places. He went to the Governor's Mansion up in Baton Rouge, to the U. S. Senate in Washington, might just possibly have gone to the White House if he had not been shot in his own skyscraper capitol in 1935. Huey never had much use for a free press. He reserved State advertising, State printing for papers that backed his cause-including Louisiana Progress, which he owned himself. Once he tried to tax every daily in Louisiana out of existence, but the U. S. Supreme Court held his act unconstitutional...
...Rotund, white-bearded Dr. Shull, who looks like Santa Claus, does not feel gypped at having received no royalties so long as he is recognized as the Santa Claus of hybrid corn. But he remarked last week that if he had received the merest fraction of 1? an acre, he would have been able to set up an independent department of botany at Princeton. It rather irks him that, the way things are, botany is corralled in Princeton's department of biology...