Word: yorke
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Murray Chorus sounded ludicrous in the insinuating verses of Do It Again: "You won't regret it ... [flutter of turning pages]. . . . Come and get it. . . ." Least whistleable, least inspired Gershwin item on the program was Dawn of a New Day, the "Official March" he wrote for the New York World's Fair...
Last week the subject of a debate at Groton School became the subject of a difference between two New York columnists. In this corner, Gargantuan, dandy Lucius Beebe, who amiably considers Groton U. S. Educational Institution No. 1 because it stands at the top of the private school social scale. In that corner, Gargantuan, dowdy Heywood Broun, whose funny-bone never tingles pleasantly over reactionary boarding schools...
...This New York, his solemn column of social chitchat in the New York Herald-Tribune, Columnist Beebe reported: "It appears that the lads of the upper forms have their own debating teams, pick their own subjects and conduct their oratorical tournaments without let or hindrance from their instructors. Their last jousting was due to fall . . . just before close of school for the summer. . . . It was only toward the end that the headmaster, the Rev. Endicott Peabody, learned the topic under discussion, descended with outraged screams and howls upon the entire program, called everything off and retired to his study mopping...
Columnist Broun, fonder of Socialists than of socialites, at once cracked wise & down on Beebe, Peabody, and Groton, in his column It Seems to Me in the New York World-Telegram: "It may be held that Dr. Peabody was at fault in merely stopping the debate and not correcting the conditions in the school which made such an attitude possible. In all fairness to the reputation of the educator it should be pointed out that he has to handle a pretty solid phalanx of problem children.* The home influence is very bad in the case of many Groton boys...
...hour. By modern standards the ship was a crate, but in it, with nothing to fly by but a compass, a bit of a map and the beam in his eye, 31-year-old Douglas P. Corrigan of Los Angeles had flown the 2,700 miles to New York nonstop. A vacation trip, he said, and a fairly pleasant one, from his job at the Northrop Corp. aircraft works at Inglewood, Calif...