Word: absently
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...wagon to West New York. N. J. Florida's Governor Doyle Carlton heard he was en route to Florida, ordered all state sheriffs to arrest him on sight. Dry agents raided the Capone estate at Palm Island, off Miami, arrested six men but not its absent owner. In Chicago Detective Chief John Stege announced Capone was flying to his Prairie Avenue home...
Many of the old Capone friends and enemies would be absent when "The Big Fellow" returned to town. He might have seen them had he been released from jail a week earlier, for they were on hand (by special permission of the police) for gangland's latest, grandest funeral, that of John ("Dingbat") Oberta. Joe Saltis, retired beer chief, came down from his place at Saltisville, Wis.., to brag of the $100,000 he had invested there in a nine-hole golf course, a clubhouse "that sleeps 26 people." George ("Bugs") Moran, who lost seven of his north side hirelings...
...flurry of nervous excitement diplomats gathered at Victoria station last week. Prime Minister Tardieu, absent a month, was returning to the Naval Conference for the weekend. Every member of the French delegation was on the platform ; Britain's first Lord of the Admiralty Albert Victor Alexander rushed away from a football game at the Oval to extend felicitations. Ramsay MacDonald sent a messenger to remind M. Tardieu to be sure to motor out to Chequers for Sunday lunch. U. S. and Japanese assistant secretaries beamed a welcome. At the Carlton Hotel, headquarters of the French delegation, doors banged frantically...
...flower-decked room in German Deaconess Hospital, Chicago, lay Frank McErlane, prime Chicago underworldling. Suspended aloft in a stretching apparatus was his bullet-shattered leg. Into his room, when his nurse was absent, suddenly broke two hostile beer gangsters. From under his pillow, Gangster McErlane whipped out a gun, fired five shots. Before they retreated, the beer gangsters put three fresh wounds into their bed-ridden enemy...
Lincoln was not a happy man. Said his friend and partner Herndon: "His melancholy oozed from him as he walked." Depression led him into absent-minded habits, so that he would walk through the streets in a trance, laugh at the wrong times, and speak out of turn. Once for two days he neglected his law business while he sat, surrounded by compasses, calculations and rulers, trying to square the circle. He split rails and infinitives with equal ease: when he had written his letter of acceptance of the Republican nomination in 1860, he took it to the Springfield superintendent...