Word: beaches
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...year-old Barbara Harris to sleep in his bed - "Been guilty of immoral conduct with Rose Ellis, 30, over a period of ten years - "Paid room rent for a dozen girls with whom he had unepiscopal relations - †"Been barred from two London restaurants for accosting waitresses - "Embraced Betty Beach, an actress, while she was clad only in her nightie - "Taken Rose Ellis on a trip to Paris." Each of these points was taken up by the Bishop's prosecutor, a gentleman who bore the high chivalric names of Charlemagne's champions: Roland & Oliver. Only two women were...
...sportsman. In 1906 he won the national amateur golf championship. For years he kept a box at Forbes (baseball) Field, Pittsburgh. In England and the U.S. he had racing stables. He won trophies at trap shooting. He maintained homes at Pittsburgh, Southampton, L.I., and Aiken, S.C., often visited Palm Beach...
Short, baldish, with a grizzly mustache and a fondness for bright neckties, Storekeeper Simon calls scores of his employes by their first names, likes to go to their parties. He spends much of his time in Palm Beach, where he has established a resort shop. When away from New York he leaves his business in the hands of Sons Arthur & George, vice presidents. He was in Palm Beach last week and Son George, who looks like his father except for more hair on his head-and none on his lip, had the honor of opening the Greenwich branch store...
...Zurich, but soon left to study medicine at the University of Southern California. Thence he went to Seattle and, to get some outdoor work, entered the forestry department of the University of Washington. At 25 he received a legacy from an uncle. Independent, he went to live at Hermosa Beach, passed his time swimming and writing verse. In 1913 he married Una Call Kuster...
...though the good citizens had refused to awaken. No windows were flung wide to groet the morning, no one went whistling to work, the breakfast bacon seemed to lie quiet in its own grease. As the day wore on a strange murmur like far off breakers on a distant beach began in the St. Antoine to break the sullen quietude. Travelling slowly along the crooked streets it gathered volume always nearer, always louder. At last with a great roar it burst out around the high walls of the Bastille and the Revolution had begun. The Paris mob broke up running...