Word: postman
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...postman handed me, face up, my copy of TIME [Oct. 17], even in the half-dark hall I could see the good news blazoned across the front cover-"Now you can read TIME on Thursday." Peace, it's wonderful-time was exactly 11:15 Saturday...
...defense sprang hard-boiled Novelist James M. Cain (The Postman Always Rings Twice, Serenade). Describing himself as one "known all over Baltimore as Sourpuss." Mr. Cain wrote to the Sim: "Polo is played by many different kinds of people now. ... [It is] within the means of most, even those of us who are on relief, as I have the honor...
...shout: "That's all there is to it. Next!" But the door did not open. When an assistant and Patrolman Carmody opened it, they found Harry Barck clutching his chest, his last client standing white-faced near the wall. Ironical was the fact that during the interview a postman had delivered an $8 relief check at Joseph Scutellaro's house, more ironical, the weapon with which Joseph Scutellaro, by his own confession, had dealt a mortal wound: the long spike on which Poormaster Barck stuck rejected applications...
...fair-skinned Georgia postman and his fair-skinned wife, Walter White is blond and palefaced. He himself does not know how much Negro blood runs in his veins; Harvard's far-ranging Anthropologist Earnest Alfred Hooton computes it at 1/64. But despite a skin that last week fooled fellow guests at Washington's Hay-Adams House, Walter White has always regarded himself as a Negro. He remembers that his father's house was almost burned down during an Atlanta race riot in his childhood. He recalls too that his father died in agony when the surgeons of the white ward...
...Postman Always Rings Twice James Mallahan Cain wrote a brief, brisk best-seller in which philosophic overtones could be dimly heard above the rattling melodrama of the plot. Last week he published a second novel that is just as melodramatic as his first, a little longer, equally swift reading. It has its quota of close shaves, fights, flights and two-dimensional characters, suggests an old-fashioned pulp magazine thriller brought up to date by a writer who knows Freud as well as all tricks of suspense. Its hero (and narrator) is a world-famous singer who has lost his voice...