Word: wrote
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...plain, was no longer above timid, hesitant reproach. It wasn't too safe to criticize him openly: the old men didn't dare risk being blackballed by the union; they were too near pension time. And a coal miner's wife in Cinderella, W. Va., who wrote a letter to the editor protesting that John Lewis was "far too old and power mad," had bricks and rocks thrown through the window of her company bungalow last week...
...return from service, Anderson went back to work for Fiedler, composing what is perhaps his most widely-heard number, "Fiddle-Faddle," in 1947. The newly-reorganized Harvard Band asked his help and he wrote medleys of most of the Ivy League songs; these became standard with the Band and have since been copied by many other eastern college bands because of their popularity...
This was the deadly sin, punishable by Hollywood's defender of the faith, Louella O. Parsons. Wrote Louella last week in her Hearst gossip column: "This is the first time I have ever publicly spanked Judy, but I can't understand her attitude after all that has been done...
...Sinner. "I traveled with a racking headache and a morphine bottle," Mary Chesnut wrote of her trip from Charleston to the secession conference in Montgomery, Ala. "I felt a nervous dread and horror of this break with so great a power as the United States, but I was ready and willing." In Montgomery she went to supper with Governor Moore ("The old sinner has been making himself ridiculous with that little actress Maggie Mitchell"). She saw a Negro woman sold into slavery: "My very soul sickened." She said to a Northern-born woman: "If you can stand that, no other...
...idea in sending her to Mulberry was to insure her safety. Mary expected to be bored to death. For one thing, her father-in-law, Colonel James Chesnut, was 91, blind and deaf. But, as it turned out, Mary felt neither entirely bored nor entirely safe. One day she wrote in her journal: "Our cousin, Mrs. Witherspoon of Society Hill, was found dead in her bed. She was quite well the night before . . ." Mrs. Witherspoon, it developed, had been murdered. Her son, riding away, had foolishly told some of the slaves that he was going to punish them the next...