Word: breakfasted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...which dangled from a hook in his Schlafwagen (sleeping car) compartment, and bellowed the phone number of his apartment on Unter den Linden through the roar of the train. His wife answered, intelligibly, if necessarily at the top of her lungs; and the details of next morning's breakfast were gutturally decided upon. The Berliner hung up, paid the Eisenbahn Gesellschaft (railroad company) 5 gold marks ($1.20), and considered himself lucky to have been one of the first individuals to talk over the new commercial train-to-station, intertrain and station-to-train German telephone...
Finally those who tottered to Les Halles (the public markets) for breakfast, drank a farewell toast in steaming peasant soup to M. Carpentier, "georgeous Orchid Man." He had announced his intention of sailing within the next few days to fulfill a cinema contract in California...
...Lovejoy Rogers, aide to General Pershing and onetime Quartermaster General of the A. E. F. Most people know that last week in Philadelphia this eminent soldier died of heart disease. The following headline met the eyes of many thousand intelligent readers who propped the New York Times against their breakfast water carafes on the morning...
...could determine, but since The Volunteers of America were ready to pay for such mummery, it was not his part to find fault. He attracted a good deal of attention from passing children, which was disagreeable to him. One morning last week he got up too late to eat breakfast. As the hours passed he noticed that the air was getting curiously dark. A little drum pounded in the back of his neck. Suddenly his bell slipped out of his hand and jangled, with a thin note, to the pavement. Mr. Zobel pitched forward on his face. Death, said...
LITTLE SHIPS-Kathleen Norris- Doubleday, Page ($2.00). Said Rupert Hughes of Kathleen Norris: "She lives life, reads people and writes books." He might well have added that she eats a hearty breakfast, loves children and dresses stylishly. So many magazine writers do the same. There is little or nothing to distinguish one from another, and the differences among their respective works are equally invisible. Yet somehow the great public discriminates, and the reception Mother got in 1911 marked Mrs. Norris as one of our elect. To her ability as a straightforward, reportorial storyteller, she seems to add a blend...