Word: wonted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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James Aloysius Farley, speaking in and of Jersey City's Journal Square, whence Boss Frank Hague's brass-buttoned, blue-coated cossacks were once wont to chase orators who came there with the delusion that the whole U.S. enjoys free speech, all but busted his tongue through his cheek: "History is bound to note this spot as one of the battlegrounds where free speech was firmly established, together with the American way of life...
Perhaps you have seen his paintings. It might be his poetry that you recall having read or having had read to you, as is his wont. And then again, it might be that you have sat in on one of his lectures, half asleep from the maze of electronic symbols on the blackboard but at the same time awake to the rhythm of his accented voice, rich with its Russian overtones. No matter what the contact might have been, however, one thing is certain. If you have once met Pietr Matvayevich Bulieba you will not easily forget...
...doing splendidly. But last week his art boom had the mange. He had spent some $25,000 in good taxpayers' cash for "old masters." There were some 38 paintings, all from the collection of Warner S. McCall, retired St. Louis public-utilities developer, a man who was wont to tread on rare Tabriz rugs and drink from cut glass goblets said to have been fingered by mad King Ludwig of Bavaria. Some of McCall's paintings bore such signatures as Peter Paul Rubens, Anthony Van Dyck, Sir Thomas Gainsborough. But certain Memphis newsmen were not impressed. They called...
Columnist Pegler was not there to see the show. He was agonizing, as is his editorial wont, over his next day's column on his 35-acre Westchester County estate (where the pond is known to Pegler friends as Lake Malice). When Pegler heard of the demonstration he promptly wrote another fire-eating column on N.M.U., tartly reminded his readers that early in 1941 N.M.U. had picketed...
Fascism's Labor Day came & went in Italy last week with scarcely a ripple of celebration. Duce Mussolini, who in bet ter days was wont to show himself barechested, building walls in the former Pontine Marshes, was chest-deep in other, less healthy labor. For the second time in a fortnight he shook up his Party leader ship. Tunisia was on his mind. So was his slowly crumbling Blackshirt State. A new generation of resistance was gathering its strength in Italy...