Word: formals
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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These words on a mimeographed sheet passed out last week to White House newshawks were the sole formal announcement of what no one needed to be told. ¶At Norris, Tenn. a siren shrieked, eight sluice gates slipped shut, a lake began to form inch by inch behind the dam. In Washington 500 miles away, Franklin Roosevelt sat with his finger on the siren button, saying, "Norris Dam is a practical symbol of better life. . . ." ¶Two and a half years ago Federal Coordinator of Transportation Joseph Eastman was given the job of working out means by which railroads could...
...Frost left Harvard in 1899 not because he was "escaping" from formal college work, but because he was "pursuing" poetry, he asserted. "Perhaps it was rather a lazy pursuit," he admitted, "but I was restless, and had the urge to write. It seems to me that the process of all creative writing is the eternal seeking for the expression of an ideal-aiming at a perfect conception which we never quite hit. With each successive effort we think we have it, but somehow we just barely miss...
...Tulsa, Okla., a group of domestic science teachers, doctors and socialites ate crow at a formal dinner to prove that crow is good to eat. Local market price for crow...
...Eden favors maintaining the tension between Britain and Italy spurred Labor M.P.'s to ask him whether His Majesty's Government are in earnest about sooner or later screwing up the League of Nations to the point of hurling really drastic Sanctions against Italy. In his first formal speech to the House of Commons since he became Foreign Secretary, Mr. Eden this week left this point unsettled but he gave most of his time to an ingratiating sales talk for the League of Nations. Exclaiming sorrowfully that "eighteen years after the war to end war, we find ourselves...
Like Thomas Wolfe (Look Homeward, Angel; Of Time and the River), Saroyan writes about himself, but in a more Whitmanesque vein: he is large, he contains multitudes. Touted as a short-story writer, mostly because his "stones" are written in prose, he seldom sets down a formal narrative. Most of his "stories" are poetic shouts-no less lyrical for being written in street-language with many a cuss word-swelling the chorus of a "Song of Myself." It might almost have been Saroyan who wrote...