Word: willa
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...business as a rooming house was the late Mme Katherine Branchard's "house of genius" in Manhattan's Greenwich Village. Comfortable under its roof had been scores of stray cats, many a famed writer, including Theodore Dreiser, Eugene O'Neill, O. Henry, Willa Gather, John Reed, Frank Morris, Stephen Crane...
...civilian flier who was highly pleased by C. A. A.'s announcement last week was a cream-&-coffee-skinned Negress of 29. There is small chance that Willa Beatrice Brown will ever fly for the Army or Navy, but as Secretary of the National (Negro) Airmen's Association and one of the few Negro aviatrices holding a limited commercial license, she has labored mightily to whip up interest in flying among Negroes, get them a share in C. A. A.'s training program. She runs Brown's Lunch Room at Harlem Airport near Chicago, is partner...
...Washington for inclusion of Negroes in the program; and North Carolina's Agricultural & Technical College at Greensboro. If their students do as well in flying school as did 330 whites at 13 colleges which participated in experimental training classes last spring, better than 95% will be licensed, and Willa Brown's National Airmen's Association should grow apace. Of the 62,200 pilots (including students) now licensed by C. A. A. only 130 are Negroes...
...contemporary periodicals have had such an exciting career as McClure's Magazine. It launched the muckraking movement, first printed O. Henry and Willa Gather, popularized Stevenson, Kipling, Conan Doyle in the U. S., published the first magazine articles on the Xray, radium, Marconi's wireless, the Wrights' flying machine, paved the way for modern, big-circulation magazines...
...blue eyes to the pages of a book, and then Vag saw his chance. She was cramming desperately for an exam, and if it were only in his field, or even English 35, he would throw his C minus brain at her feet. But she was pondering on Willa Cather. Vag was crushed completely, and he knew it. He peered over his shoulder, trying to learn the title. Perhaps, he had read it, and they could have a homey chat on its place in literature. But he could think of nothing to say, nothing, that is, that would not sound...