Word: yorke
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...with the idea in our head that all is over for economic royalism when such palaver is spoon-fed to the people by their lawful leader, we set out to week-end in New York, and take one last fling before burying ourself for life in Widener. And we made it a royalistic week...
...there's something about a royalistic weekend in New York that's self-perpetuating--you have the pleasing feeling when it's over that it won't be the last one you'll ever have. For royalists are a tough crew--they've got staying power, and the ability to roll up their sleeves; the pizazz, in short, that carried through Crecy and Agincourt and numerous Senate investigations and one Roosevelt and half of another, up to date. And what revived our flagging faith in our destiny was not the champagne or the swing time or the flash-light bulbs...
...FEININGER New York City...
What arguments President Roosevelt would muster in two-syllable words for that important appeal were last week foreshadowed by an interview he gave. Arthur Krock, No. 1 Washington correspondent of the New York Times, was admitted to the Presidential presence and given the benefit of a pontifical discussion of the issue by the man most interested. Mr. Krock managed to get one paragraph for quasi-direct quotation ("the President this week has been saying to his friends"): "When I retire to private life on Jan. 20, 1941, I do not want to leave the country in the condition Buchanan left...
...Lions will be a far tougher team to beat in New York than they were here. They play a rougher game than any other team in the League, and the Crimson will be far more bottled up. Red Lowman scored 18 points in that clash a few weeks back in the Indoor Athletic Building, and as a result the Light Blue team will be trying to cover him far more closely. Yale beat the Columbia five when the teams clashed in New Haven, but in the return game a few nights ago they found the going much tougher, lost...