Word: cars
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Pittston, Pa., where hard coal comes out of the earth, a Hudson closed car turned into hard-boiled Railroad Street, closely followed by a Peerless sedan. Crowding the Hudson to the gutter, the Peerless paused to belch a noisy blast of powder and lead slugs from several pump guns. Then it vanished toward the neighboring hamlet of Moosic, where it was abandoned, the occupants slipping away into a dense forest. In the shattered Hudson on Railroad Street lay Alexander Campbell, labor leader, and his friend Peter Reilly, both of them horribly dead...
...Latest from Paris is sold by two commercial travelers, both birdwitted. One is male, the other female. They meet on a train where the man in order to have the woman to himself cleans the observation car of passengers by referring to his recent case of the pox. Nothing happens, nothing matters beyond the fact that the salesman is Ralph Forbes, good looking, ineffectual, and the saleswoman is Norma Shearer, beautiful, wasted...
...Minneapolis, Ignace Jan Paderewski rose three hours before his accustomed time to give a special concert in his private car for ten Catholic nuns whose vows forbade them attending a public concert...
During the ten years that followed, Painter Motley had to work hard. He waited on dining-car tables, did some light plumbing, some heavy coal-heaving and painted a lot more pictures. One of these, A Mulattress won him the Frank G. Logan medal and prize at the Chicago Art Institute Exhibition in 1925. Last week he achieved the honor of a one-man exhibition in Manhattan, an honor which, so far as is known, no Negro has ever before achieved. To the New Galleries came a motley crowd, including Ralph Pulitzer, part-owner of the N. Y. World...
...vast Keith-Albee Hippodrome in uptown Manhattan. Adequately clothed, she sang briefly and badly in a vaudeville act, introduced by a sleek whippersnapper. To a few newsgatherers in her dressing room, Mrs. Browning talked intelligently, familiarly; referred to her onetime husband as impersonally as to a street car conductor. "What's the old man doing now?" queried she. He has be-become comparatively obscure, has attempted to contribute to the letter columns of various dailies. But she has been traveling the "big time" vaudeville circuit, from coast to coast, during the last year...