Word: chair
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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With a new Queen Elizabeth now on the Throne-Chair next to the Throne, it was necessarily made official last week that Queen Mary is now "Mary, the Queen-Mother...
...Guilfoyle) - steal a car that belongs to Bartolomeo Romagna. After they have murdered the paymaster, they abandon the car. Romagna, partly because he is a radical, is convicted of the crime. His small son is standing on the hill above the prison the night he dies in the electric chair. Obsessed by the desire to clear his father's name, Mio Romagna (Burgess Meredith) gets a clue 15 years later when he learns from a newspaper clipping that Garth - suspected at the time of knowing something about the murder - was never called as a witness. To the dank tenement...
...great British writers whose reputation has not bloomed abroad as well as at home is William Morris, Pre-Raphaelite, craftsman, for whom the Morris chair was named, child prodigy (he read the Waverly novels at the age of 4), interior decorator, architect, wealthy Socialist, amazingly prolific poet and creator of stained glass windows. Morris was the leading figure among British Socialists when George Bernard Shaw, 22 years younger, first met him. Shaw, author of five unpublished novels, principally known as a speaker in seething, rapidly-shifting London radical circles, was editing a small magazine at that time. To fill...
Tower of strength to Seattle's uncompromising Labor men was and is Mayor John Francis Dore, one of the most picturesque politicians in the long line of colorful characters who have sat in the city's mayoral chair. When businessmen called for police to stop "violence" at the P-I plant, Mayor Dore said that "while Seattle has a Labor Administration," police would protect no strikebreakers. He is now the objective of a recall petition...
...Where the Weak Grow Strong is like trying to carry too many bundles at one time, dropping several whenever you pick up one. It begins on a July morning of 1912, when the northbound flyer whistles for Tuttle, N. C. (pop. 5,000), a dead town that contains a chair factory, a textile mill, an undue proportion of neurotic inhabitants. The whistle makes a baby cry, gives a little girl a nightmare, disturbs a dying man, awakens a bridegroom, arouses a bride. Thereafter for 395 pages, as exhaustively as a census taker, Author Armfield moves from household to household, picturing...