Word: afternoon
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...door. At least one who still functions is Katie E. Philpot, 44, of Williamston, N. C. Famed otherwise for fine tobacco, corn meal and wild turkeys, Williamston takes pride in the slim, resolute figure of Katie Philpot marching dutifully through the north end of town every morning and afternoon, her slim back bent under a weight of farm papers, religious tracts and mail-order literature, her slim legs encased in black cotton hose below neat knickers of Post Office grey...
Police ordered him in but he threatened to jump if they touched him. "I've got to work this out for myself," he cried. All afternoon, on his twelve-inch-wide perch, he argued with his sister, a priest, a doctor, a minister. He drank a dozen glasses of water, lit countless cigarets, pondered his problem. Should he finish the act the audience of 10,000 was waiting for, or return ignominiously to safety? The afternoon wore on, evening came. Still John Warde had not solved his problem. At 10:38 he heard the rustle of a rope...
...Army freight transport Meigs zigzagged all night in a light rain, sending up flares and fingering the dark water with her searchlights. Late the next afternoon, 400 miles east of San Bernardino Strait in the Philippines, she came upon a vast patch of gasoline and oil, like rainbow-tinted gossamer rising and falling on the Pacific swells. She radioed her discovery to Manila. Airmen guessed that under the oil patch, in 5,000 fathoms, were 15 dead men and a handsome $450,000 airplane, the Hawaii Clipper...
...afternoon, Democratic Speaker George Schroeder of Michigan's House of Representatives spent five sociable hours at the home of the manager of Michigan's State prison farm. Guest of honor was Convict No. 39359, State Senator Anthony J. Wilkowski. Reason: Mr. Schroeder would like to be Lieutenant Governor, needs the Polish votes controlled by Convict Wilkowski, who is serving four to five years for fraudulent vote counting...
Back in 1918, when Ruth McKenney was six and her sister Eileen was five, the movie matinees of Mishawaka. Ind., were a big thing in the lives of the children of the town. They lasted all afternoon, cost only a nickel, and showed a new installment of a serial every day. Since few of the audience could read, childish riots, peanut fights, screams and free-for-alls broke out when subtitles were too long. The fun lasted until the operator switched on the lights and bawled: "Shut up, you brats, or I'll throw you all out." Ruth...