Word: yes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Yes, I like carrying a mail bag. Why else should I do it for 39 years? You put a letter in a boy's box, and wonder what it is. You can tell, sometimes, when you see the same writing turn up about once in so often. Here's a check, and here's a dance invitation, and here's something that is as welcome as a check. It looks like a woman's writing, too. You feel as if you get to know people, and are glad when they get good news, and sorry when it's bad. Yes...
...like that, no longer supple of bone, was taking: long chances, flying with fractures. His hosts led him to a Long Island hospital. There Mr. Montee thanked them, and asked for pen, ink, paper. He would let doctors examine his breakage, yes, but first he must write to Air Chief Patrick for another plane, to carry him on visits to Eastern airdromes, then across the continent, back home...
...destruction of our economic structure and the dislocation and disintegration of our social and political institutions and the lowering of our standard of living." Mr. Villamin's "deep" study of economics has led him to the conclusion that Filipines most attend to their stomach first before thinking of independence. Yes, indeed! Especially is this true of jelly-fish. And Mr. Villamin ought to know...
...green suit, two strands of pearls, many bangles and a slave anklet, 118 sinuous pounds of Mary Garden, Chicago diva, returned last week to the U. S. Newsgatherers ignored her wrinkles, flattered her appearance and she said goodness, yes, that was what came of going without dinners, especially gorgeous ones ("Lord, how I love good food!"); of not smoking or drinking; and of swimming daily in the Mediterranean, with no bathing suit and no company save two police dogs. She told her famed escape-from-a-shark story (TIME, Sept. 13), patted her bobbed hair and apropos of Maria Jeritza...
...Yes, I must marry, but where is 'he' ? The man I marry must be a man whom I can trust and admire. A nonentity would never do. . . . Now, I wouldn't think of marrying a man like Adolph Menjou. I have had so many romantic affairs with little men and I do so like great, big men. And I like them blond." (See Mary Garden's similar taste, next article...