Word: utterance
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Dates: during 1940-1940
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...Lynn Werner to sue the estate of Daniel J. Leary, late lumber baron, father of international bachelor-girl Cosmopolite Beth Leary, for $1,750,000 in securities which she claimed was given her in token of "our beautiful friendship." Commented Leary's executors, replying to her suit: "Baseless . . . utter fraud typical of the immoral . . . relationship out of which it has grown...
...Dorothy Gish's performance as the frivolous and enduring wife of it all is revealed a threat to Mary Boland's reign in this line. "Vinnie's" utter lack of practicality affords a refreshing contrast to father's hard-headedness. She explains to "Clare, dear" that Junior's new suit "won't cost a cent because I exchanged it for that china dog I charged at the store." "And," with an innocent little smile, "they can't charge you for the dog, because we don't have it." This irrefutably naive logic leaves father speechless and the audience howling...
...first days but got them only in the last. Although war caught Britain unprepared, there was no panic. Munich, the most exhausting psychological experience a nation ever endured, had dulled the British capacity to react. The mood of Britain in the first week of September 1939 was utter depression. Win or lose, for better or for worse, the Britain they had known was ended. Instinctively all knew...
...Denver. He even suggested that Texas, whose railroad taxes were 50% lower than Colorado's, might well up F. W. & D. C.'s tax bill to the point where the anticipated operations saving would disappear. "You, Mr. Budd," cried Amon Carter, "have cast the die, with utter contempt for fair and decent treatment of both your faithful employes and old customers. We use the word 'old' advisedly...
...Enough craziness left in me too, underneath all the brilliance! If I had not inherited the knack of order, the trick of saving myself, a whole system of protective devices-where should I be? Madness I loathe-abhor from my soul, beyond all power to utter, hate in my bones all crack-brained geniuses and near-geniuses, all emotionalism, eccentric gesturing and posturing, extravagance! Boldness, yes, audacity, boldness is all, the one indispensable thing - but quiet, decorous, wedded to the proprieties, velvet-shod with irony. That is how I am, that is what I will...