Word: butcher
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Frank was removed to the State Prison Farm at Milledgeville on June 20, 1915. On the night of July 17, William Creen, a murderer serving a life sentence, slashed Frank's throat with a butcher knife. "I guess they've got me," groaned Frank, blood pouring from his jugular vein. But they had not yet "got" him. Physicians took 25 stitches in his neck, saved his life until the early morning of Aug. 17. Then 25 masked men raided the Prison Farm, seized Frank in his night clothes, streaked cross-country by automobile to Marietta where Mary Phagan...
...insurance salesman, who had amazingly managed to keep up his business during holidays, recesses and at night, found his daughter engaged to be married. A violinist was glad to have had the $3 a day fee during the winter, but his chances of summer engagements had been ruined. A butcher had lost many customers. A Liggett traffic manager had somehow managed his work at night and in the early mornings. A book agent was sorry to have missed his annual trip to Florida. Judge Woolsey smilingly suggested the jury form an alumni association...
...failed to open after the banking holiday and Banker Harriman, arrested on the charge of having falsified his bank's books, was arraigned in court on a stretcher. In May 1933, Banker Harriman, having escaped from a sanitarium to suburban Long Island, futilely pinked his bosom with a butcher knife. Last week Banker Harriman, wearing a grey suit and a Panama hat, walked into court to stand trial...
When all had gone, the old man went over to the washstand. In his hand flashed a cheap little butcher knife. The men outside the door heard him groan. Bursting in, they could see his face in the mirror, contorted with pain. He was still trying to push the knife through his ribs...
...public. Wives and families of the players applauded so persistently that portly Conductor Clarence Evans got some real exercise bowing. But in all Orchestra Hall that evening there was none so proud as brawny, bald George Lytton who sat well back in the orchestra, hugging a bull- fiddle near Butcher Hugo Haberland...