Word: cleanness
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...Less nimble eyes can be aided by staking out the point of digression with forefinger or pencil. Readers too engrossed by the main discourse to break off are advised to reverse this process. Let them pounce on the asterisk with finger or pencil, finish the story, then return and clean up the footnotes. Badly written and edited is any TIME account wherein a footnote contains information essential, rather than ancillary, to the story.-ED. Publisher Thomson & Senator Long...
...said, were at it again. It had been going on three months. Everyone else who lived around there was sick of it. A John Doe warrant was filled out and soon School Street was clanging with police patrols from six precincts. The police entered and found the old factory clean enough. There was a refectory with more than a dozen long tables and a kitchen whose iceboxes burst with pork chops, chickens, choice cuts of beef. There was a large nursery where some pickaninnies slept, incredibly, for upstairs 300 dusky adults were shouting their evangelical fervor. They were in Heaven...
...despite his coat of grime, received from Mary Pickford the Thompson Trophy-a gold plaque of Icarus, Greek myth boy, stretching winged arms aloft toward a modern racing plane. Also he mentally counted a third fat purse -$3,375. Admirers back-thumped him as the first man ever to clean up the three main events of the meet...
...Vagabond, knowing fellow, has realized that the Charles is not a clean river, or a large river, or a river at all, but he remains attached to it remembering how, although it would deny everything, it has worked sorrow and pleasure. In the fall when Cambridge twilight's are a smoky blue, white-shirted harriers jog along the winding course to Watertwon and back, while men in shells pump up and down like regulated pistons. When Dartmouth comes to town, girls in bright colors walk over the bridge, heels clicking on the walk like little hammers. When there is something...
...jolly assistant, Edith Farrar, who speaks with a strong Southern accent and is very fond of The Nation. You can tell that there are mice inside when you stand on the front stoop of No. 5825 Drexel Boulevard. But you get used to the smell. Everything is very clean. In immaculate white linen dress Dr. Slye sits behind a rolltop steel desk littered with papers. Dolly, her fat bull terrier bitch (currently ill), wanders in & out. In the next room and upstairs and downstairs are rows and rows of small cages, piled one on top of the other, looking something...