Word: burnes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...money for counsel. But he went to Lawyer Arthur A. Tarlow who agreed to help him. Speedily Lawyer Tarlow obtained a rehearing of Mrs. Hanna's case. Three physicians questioned her. They found her illiterate, but discovered that she knew that a match touched to wood makes it burn; that a handkerchief is used to "blow the nose"; that leather comes from "goat, cow, sheep"; that her bus fare to the courthouse was 10?; that three bus fares would be 30?. Asked where she went to pray, she replied: "Church." To whom did she pray? "God." How many Gods...
Rachael grew pale, wept. Her mother, her face hidden by a shawl, screamed hoarsely and fled the courtroom. Nathan Goldberg sobbed: "She is dead for me. I have nothing to do with her no more. Her three dresses hang in the closet. Tomorrow I burn them and we sit shivah. She is dead from...
...does my father say that?" cried Rachael. "He called my sweetheart vile names. . . . He said he would burn my eyes out, and my sweetheart said he would cut my father's throat. And he's going to burn my dresses. He didn't buy the dresses. I did. I paid for them with money I worked like a dog for. Why doesn't he leave us alone...
...Texas. But Governor Ross Shaw Sterling was not inclined to use the full power of his position. It appeared as though he would veto any attempt of the Texas Legislature to prohibit cotton planting next year. Said he: "I wouldn't let a child burn itself with fire if I could prevent it. ... I have not been swept off my feet yet. There is too much hysteria in Texas and in the South." He said he feared the "Drop-a-Crop" idea would be unconstitutional. Besides, there was always the chance that Egypt, India, Russia and the other cotton-producing...
...Ypsilanti, the three were taken to the Ann Arbor jail, where a fresh mob gathered, tore at the prisoners' clothes, clawed their faces, cried for their blood. Reinforced by carloads of men from Ypsilanti, the crowd surged around the insecure jail, shouting: ''Lynch them! Burn them!" The three cowering men were rushed into automobiles and whisked to the court house where Judge George W. Sample was waiting. Said Judge Sample: "I feel like I am in the presence of fiends. I don't wonder that the crowd is howling for vengeance. . . . The law must take...