Word: awayed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...forced Mr. Hughes to stay away from the Court from March 6 to April 17, but when he returned everyone commented on what an amazing comeback he had made. His step was firm and vigorous, his color high, eye bright, voice strong. Then he began to fail. His last appearance was on the Wednesday preceding the term's end, and observers expressed doubt then that he would be able to finish...
...hero worship went on, slowly, almost imperceptibly, Lindbergh began to freeze up. People wanted to paw him and he did not like to be pawed. Women wanted to kiss him and he angrily pulled away. Because he kept a distance, the public became more hysterical. In St. Louis, after he had left an outdoor table where he had eaten-as heartily as usual-with fellow officers of his old squadron, he finally saw what he was up against: women broke through the lines and fought for the still damp corncobs which he had chewed clean and left in a small...
...that other incidents meant little. Once photographers in an automobile crowded the Lindbergh car off a New Jersey road trying to get a shot at Baby Jon Lindbergh. Once there was another kidnap alarm because a canvas-covered truck, parked in front of the Morrow home in Englewood, drove away hastily when it attracted attention-police later discovered that it contained movie photographers. Finally on a December night in 1935 Charles Lindbergh and his family left the country. When they were at sea, his friend "Deke" Lyman of the New York Times broke the story of their exile...
...minutes." Pens scratch paper desperately. The Mem Hall clock tolls the death-knell,--twelve o'clock noon. Fifteen more minutes; then ten; then five. People are handing in their blue books, strolling out the door. Vag scrawls the last word in his blue book. Slowly he puts his pen away, closes his book, puts on his coat, drops his blue book in the box, and wanders out into the sunlight,--into freedom. All through...
When a misread timetable landed Labor Martyr Tom Mooney in Manhattan one and one-half hours ahead of his scheduled arrival, he thumb-twiddled until a Grand Central policeman spied him, hustled him into a private office. Still determined not to muff his entrance, Tom Mooney slipped away, hopped the right train as it chuffed to a halt, reemerged, in time to gladhand some 15,000 laborites, newsmen, photographers...