Word: amelia
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After Frankie's mother died in 1916, father was married to Amelia Kien. Times were better. The family moved into a better house and Frankie led a pleasant life. His stepmother and sister Nora were devoted to him. He swam in Lake Washington, tinkered with a $10 motorcycle which he could never make run, worked at a few after-school jobs. The most disagreeable of these was cleaning out a horse stall under a store on Rainier Street; Frankie was never much at manual work. His ambition, as he was achieving social success at Franklin High...
...life." He worked briefly as a puddler in a steel foundry-until one day he received his reward for devotion to the cause. He was put on the Communist Party payroll as a $15-a-week instructor. The Waldrons went their separate ways, Nora to go into show business, Amelia to work in a library. Frankie, seedy-looking and burning-eyed, with a shock of wild hair, went off to teach Marxist economy at a youth seminar at a Finnish community in Woodland, Wash...
...night Reggie called for Mrs. Amelia Waldron in a curtained car and drove her to a hideaway on the city's outskirts. There was Frankie. He told his stepmother excitedly: "I'm going to Russia. You'll hear from me." That was the last Amelia ever saw of him. She did hear from him by way of an occasional postcard from Europe. Some years later a Los Angeles lawyer told her to stop around at his office, there confided to her that Reggie was happy, that Timothy was learning to speak Russian, and that Frankie was enrolled...
Divorced. By John Francis Osborne, 11th Duke of Leeds, 47, Britain's eleventh ranking duke: Irma Amelia Howard, 39, ex-ballet dancer; after 15 years of marriage, no children; in London. In 1947 the Duchess got a U.S. divorce, which Britain did not recognize, next day married her third husband, Manhattan Oil Consultant Frank Atherton Howard...
...Amelia Goes to the Ball, which was no crashing success when produced at the Metropolitan Opera ten years ago, is a rambunctious drawing-room farce about a woman who is so anxious to get to a ball that she cracks her husband over the head with a vase, has her lover arrested, and finally sweeps off with the chief of police. Beside The Old Maid and the Thief, the other half of the evening's bill, it seemed pretty thin...