Word: broadmoor
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Such, in effect, was the net result of the much-heralded oil conservation meeting held last week at famed Broadmoor Hotel, Colorado Springs, on the call of President Hoover (TIME, June 10). Three hundred delegates attended. From eleven oil-producing States came Governors or their representatives. The U. S. was there in the persons of Secretary of the Interior Ray Lyman Wilbur and Mark Lawrence Requa, the meeting's chairman and the President's special representative. Nine billion dollars of the eleven-billion-dollar U.S. oil industry were actively represented. For three days the delegates wrestled with oil, deplored...
Last week, in Colorado Springs, a jury decided that the Broadmoor Hotel should pay $10,000 to one Malcolm McConnell. In that hotel, a monstrous monkey had bitten him on the nose...
Every year certain things happen in Indianapolis. Some of them happen at the same time. Automobiles race in the 500-mile sweepstakes out at the speedway. Lots of visitors come to town and after the race there is a dance at the Broadmoor Country Club...
...these things happened last week in Indianapolis. Other things happened also. Four men in an old car, for instance, drove up to the Broadmoor Club and parked near the door, leaving the engine running. The orchestra was playing "Dear, On A Night Like This" as the four men came into the ballroom and fired at the floor. Three of them stood guard over the line of 200 ladies and gentlemen while a fourth went down the line with a canvas bag into which the guests dropped their money and jewels...
Several hours before they were robbed at the Broadmoor Club the ladies and gentlemen of Indianapolis had seen the checkered flag go down at the end of the race. They had seen the cars which, because of their speed, looked lopsided and awkward, whirl round the track. A Duesenberg Special with Jimmy Gleason driving led most of the way with Tony Gullota in a Stutz Special giving him a fight. Going into the last fifty miles the pit called in Gullota, and he stopped on his next runaround. "Gas line clogged!" he shouted, jumping out. Gleason signalled that motor trouble...