Word: capes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...circumstances and their development are thoroughly simple. Mary Brewster is the last descendant of an aristocratic family, her ancestors having created such a place for themselves in their little Cape Cod community that her heaviest responsibility is to live up to her name. Since she is the heroine, it is only right that she be willing to take the artificial position lightly. She goes to work quite calmly and the town talks. Her best friend and adviser is a fine man, but not in her social plane. She is too generous to care for that. One knows at the beginning...
Critic Silenced. Purple with cold, humble in spirit, Major Fiorello H. La Guardia of New York, one of the most vociferous orators in the U. S. House of Representatives, arrived at Boston. The Navy had given him a ride around Cape Cod from New London, Conn., in the S-8 which made a dive on the way. Major La Guardia, gallant aviator, had never before sailed in a submarine. Said he: "I tore up a speech I had all ready to deliver in Congress. I have found it seems much easier to navigate a submarine from the office building...
...darkness came over the ocean one night last week, a fleet of fishing smacks, tugs and tenders lingered together around a spot off the Cape Cod coast. Their rocking signal flares betokened rough weather and disaster. In the surf near Provincetown loomed a stranded shape, the U. S. destroyer Paulding. Somewhere beneath the flares at sea lay the U. S. submarine 54, with 39 officers and men and one civilian aboard. Patrolling the coast, the Paulding had run across the S-4 amidships when the 54, on a trial run, came up without warning dead ahead...
...clown Will Rogers. They, and other guests of the President, were privileged to see him in playful mood. At Pabellon Ranch, State of Aguascalientes, Senor Calles seated his guests around a bull ring. He had a surprise for them, he said. Quietly picking up a matador's red cape, he entered the arena...
...flirt of the red, a small but purposeful bull charged, horns down, to gore the President of Mexico. Swirling the cape through a classic "pass," he pivoted and dodged-his chunky body suddenly achieving grace. While guests Morrow and Rogers gripped their seats, President Calles brought off three more hazardous "passes." Then, having shown his guests the dexterous and dangerous phase of bull-baiting, he strode from the ring. No bull was killed, or even pinked, lest U. S. gorges rise...