Word: forgetful
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Whatever his countrymen who read or do not read his press (22 newspapers, 13 magazines) may think of him, Publisher William Randolph Hearst can be sure they will not soon forget him. And if his journalistic potency has not been enough, Mr. Hearst has five sons to keep his tracks fresh long after he is gone. The eldest son, plump 25-year-old George, is well along the way as Publisher of the San Francisco Examiner, oldest of Hearst newspapers, after experience as Editor of the New York Mirror (since sold by Hearst) and President of the New York American...
Even at home Herr & Frau Boess were not allowed to forget the Sklarek fur coat. Communists booed and hooted under the Boess windows until driven away by industrious Schupos, then came back to boo and hoot some more. Most persistent was a stalwart young Red who strode up and down before the house clad with eccentric symbolism in an amorphous, shaggy fur coat dyed flaming yellow...
...Manhattan, thought that he might gather U. S. criminal material for another "Wallace." Said he: "The speediest work I ever turned out was a book I wrote in a prize contest seven years ago. I started it on a Thursday and finished it on Monday. Its title? I forget. I think it was called the 'Countess Something.' " With him was his wife who told him that the name of the book was The Strange Countess...
...Author. Bertrand Russell is heir presumptive to an earldom, but he shares with his famed sister-in-law? the honor of making people forget his title and remember his work. He is known for books on mathematics, philosophy, sociology, education. He formerly held a fellowship at Cambridge, but was deprived of it during the War for his writings against conscription, for which he was for a time imprisoned. He says of himself: "I like the sea, logic, theology, heraldry, the first two because they are inhuman, the others because they are absurd...
...miserably managed recitals. The lady, although it could not have been guessed by her thin, unshaped legs, was a dancer. The name she went by was La Argentina* and in Madrid she had long been a favorite. But the U. S.-bah! She closed her eyes and pretended to forget...