Examples of using "Hetente" in a sentence and their english translations:
and we had met on a weekly basis,
They meet once a week.
I swim once a week.
He comes round once a week.
How much do you earn per week?
I jog twice a week.
She goes to the bookstore once a week.
She goes to the movies once a week.
I meet her once a week.
How many times a week do you go shopping?
His father eats there twice a week.
Change your work space every two or three weeks.
I get that at least once a week.
She wrote to her parents at least once a week.
We learn English three hours a week.
On the average, I go to the movies once a week.
I wash my car once a week.
Tom bakes bread once a week.
How many times a week do you eat out?
How many times a week do you eat out?
How much do you spend a week?
and even the things we do on occasion, maybe every week or two,
My sister takes piano lessons twice a week.
His father eats there twice a week.
There were hundreds of new cases every week.
My dad gives me an allowance of $10 a week.
Tom calls his mother three or four times a week.
Tom washes clothes at least once a week.
I jog twice a week.
Let's get together here once a week.
My youngest sister has piano lessons twice weekly.
She goes to the movies once a week.
Tom has been coming here three or four times a week.
Tom sings at this bar a couple of times a week.
I eat meat three times a week.
My doctor told me that I should swim at least three times a week.
Tom only goes to school four days a week.
Tom eats lunch at the school cafeteria two or three times a week.
Tom and Mary both work about forty-five hours a week.
What if we got together every week and you told us what you wanted?"
which they do about once a week at the base of a tree.
The garbage collector comes three times a week.
Tom plays tennis with Mary at least once a week.
My dad gives me an allowance of $10 a week.
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- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in The United States of America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.