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...nuts at 5? to 10? per lb. Last month 1,000 Navajos and 300 Zunis went a-nutting in small canvas-covered wagons. When the Zuni men had their wives and children established on the nutting grounds they returned to their fields. Navajo braves stayed with the womenfolk...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RACES: Nuts & Snow | 12/7/1931 | See Source »

...election day this week. Outside, London wallowed in a yellow pea-soup fog. Below stairs, Royal scullery, parlor and chamber maids made no secret of their voting intentions as they hustled into bonnet and wrap, groped in a body out the fogbound back gate. Two footmen, the Palace womenfolk considered, were the only possible waverers. They had expressed Socialist opinions at the height of a servants' ball last year, but not since. One of these very footmen brought to the Royal study the latest newspapers for which George V repeatedly buzzed. Compared to His Majesty, Her Majesty...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Election in the Soup | 11/2/1931 | See Source »

...Said he years later: . "Mother's death hit me terribly. I was dazed for weeks. What I have made of myself has been due in no small measure to her, to my sisters and, in later years, to my wife. I've been mighty fortunate with my womenfolk...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE CABINET: Eyes & Ears | 9/14/1931 | See Source »

...back of every Southern white man's head lies a mortal dread that some night, somehow, some crazy black man will lay hands on his wife or daughter, rape her, kill her, or both. For the white man, eternal vigilance over his womenfolk is impractical, impossible. And such crimes as he mortally fears do happen. One happened near Birmingham, Ala. last week...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: RACES: Black, White & Blood | 8/17/1931 | See Source »

...spattered and trampled, picture hats were lost, soaked and crushed in the mad scramble for cover, everyone's car or bus seemed to stick in the mire, and long after dark bedraggled gentlemen with utterly ruined grey toppers drove sadly up to London in waterlogged sport cars, their womenfolk clustered on sodden back seats with tired, disgusted, hair-streaked faces...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: GREAT BRITAIN: Sopping Ascot | 6/30/1930 | See Source »

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