Word: blessing
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...shots rang out when a Mr. Locke bent over to tie his shoelaces. All but two men in the party were brutally slaughtered. By Feb. 17, a punitive expedition, complete with an admiral. 500 troops, five Maxim guns and a 7-year-old native boy who kept saying "God bless the Queen and I hope you will knock hell out of the King of Benin," were fighting up that same trail, blasting away at the gates of Benin...
What follows is a bit of the Vagabond's credo. Not that your Old Fellow's stint around your heads--but it's one way of suggesting to you gentlemen who would be on the scholastic road this morning something about the Chinese philosophy of life. So, bless his soul, the Vagabond is not a Taoist or a Buddhist or a Confucian--though they serve as a basis for the popular religion in China today--no, the Old Rover's way is to make a system of systems. Prithee, "What is truth...
...Woman has just handed the Vagabond the morning news: There's NRA talk again; and by the way the new Supreme Court building is magnificent. An Mr. Wallace is making plans for a permanent AAA. There's the Constitution in the headlines again. And, bless my soul, business leaders are afraid and would enter politics themselves...
...imbecility. With the squeeze of my finger and thumb, I had taken a life. "In the second case, the child was born without a skullcap. "The third case was that of a farmer suffering from an incurable and agonizing disease. He died clasping my hand, and murmuring, 'God bless you, doctor.' "The fourth case was a man suffering from the same disease and unable to eat, drink or sleep. He was in agony beyond the torment of the damned. He also died with a smile on his face and with his hand in mine. "The fifth case...
...that, gentle readers, is no little change for the Vagabond who is more suited to an evening musing in his Tower than gadding about Father Knickerbocker's island. But here it is; and, bless his soul, here he is: "Look out der, buddy; this ain't bean town" . . . "Her der, hey der, Tigers fav'red; pape, mister, pape!" Hold thy prophecy, youngster, the game is . . . "Ah, nertz; read al' 'bout...