Word: womans
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Soviet woman, despite her sturdiness and resistance to hunger, cold, and suffering, cannot thrive on the misery that is her lot," said Mrs. Oksana Kasenkina, who jumped from a third floor window last summer rather than go back to the U.S.S.R. Russian women, she said, "age fast and die prematurely...
Moving into Collier's with new Editor Ruppel was a new publisher and old friend: Edward Anthony, 53, who succeeded retiring Publisher William L. Chenery, 64. Anthony will also stay on as publisher of Crowell-Collier's Woman's Home Companion (circ. 3,755,000), while Tom Beck plans to take a back seat and let the new team do the driving. Where was the team heading? Said Editor Ruppel: "What the editor of a weekly magazine is going to do he has to do once a week. You can read that in the magazine...
...University of Michigan felt quite sure that it had an impressive faculty, studded liberally with scholars, and practically every man & woman a Ph.D. or on the way to being one. But like many another university, Michigan was worried. Had it placed too much emphasis on scholarship and not enough on teaching? Just how many of its teachers were really good teachers...
...cemetery shed is inhabited by a certain Mrs. Lily Sammile, a fluttery woman (though "rather like a chicken fluttering round the glass walls of a snake's cage") of no determinable age, with a face that was once beautiful. She is very sociable indeed ("She meets one continually and she's at things. She calls"), but not very good company. ("It was said that they whom she overtook were found drained and strangled in the morning, and a single hair tight about the neck, so faint, so sure, so deathly...
...long, a woman asked, might the visitation last? Charles Williams answers, through one of his characters: "Why, perhaps a thousand years, those of the millenium before the Judgment. On the other hand, since that kind of thousand years is asserted to be a day, perhaps till tomorrow morning...