Word: wifely
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...operator in his spare time. At the first whiff of the big wind, Wilson Burgess, with a radio ham's foresight and resourcefulness, began gathering all the dry cells and radio "B" batteries he could find in stock. Battling his way home with the stuff, he found his wife and baby scared but safe. But the hurricane had blown his garage away, and with it the aerial for his 600-watt transmitter, WiBDC. In a mile-a-minute gale, he slung a new aerial, by 7 p. m. had his transmitter working on five watts of dry-cell power...
Divorced. Wallace Fitzgerald Beery, teary, leery cinema plug-ugly; by his second wife, Mary Arieta Gilman Beery (his first: Gloria Swanson); in Carson City, Nev. Grounds: cruelty...
Near Paris, Tex., irascible Farmer Marion Mackey lost his temper at his neighbors' trespassing chickens, grabbed his shotgun, told his wife: "I'm going to kill that whole damn outfit." Marching to the farm of Neighbor James Winchel Snow, 79, Marion Mackey began shooting. When he had mowed down Farmer Snow and Mrs. Snow, their two daughters and son-in-law-killing three of the five-Mackey was still mad. On his way to hide out in the Red River bottoms, he stopped to kill Farmer Dee Chandler, who was plowing a field...
...Muse of Robert Frost, No. i of living U. S, poets, has been his wife. Since her death, a year ago, he has gathered practically all his published poetry (about a third of what he has written) in his Collected Poems. In the book's characteristically half-evasive, half-outspoken foreword, The Figure a Poem Makes, Frost says: "It [a poem] begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same as for love." Frost's book begins in knowledge and ends in perplexity; but the figure it makes is Frost himself...
...eleven years he and his wife lived in Derry, N. H. in almost complete isolation. Four children were born and he wrote constantly, but except for a few poems printed in the (now defunct) Independent, a religious weekly, none of his poetry was published. He scraped a barer and barer living from his farm. But meanwhile he was writing his intensest poetry. This intensity was the natural consequence of living face to face, side by side with a living Muse...