Word: chauffeur
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Herbert Bayard Swope (executive editor of the New York World) and Mrs. Swope had their noses broken, needed surgical stitching, when their motor was sideswiped by an oncoming motor that edged over to the wrong side of Central Ave., Yonkers. The Swope chauffeur and Colyumist Heywood Broun of the World were uninjured in the front seat. Three days later the New York Triplex Safety Glass Co. Inc. shrewdly published an advertisement in the New York World, Times, Herald-Tribune, reproducing the Herald-Tribune's account of the accident (with all names but the Swopes' deleted), with the catchline...
...Cold." Therefore, when his father provides him his first pair of long trousers, the adolescent breaks out in a romantic rash with tragic freckles. He mounts his trusty, high-spirited bicycle, dashes out to the park, there meets with a grande dame reposing in a Rolls-Royce while her chauffeur mends a flat tire. The Boy, sore smitten, circles the auto, displaying a repertoire of bicyclical virtuosity rivaled only by his vaulting hopes. Amused, the lady kisses her seraph-faced admirer, whose innocence in the throes of the cosmic "urge is droll to behold. Thus compromised, the trousered one needs...
...allowed to proceed into the barricaded French concession area, while Frenchmen speculated gloomily on General Chiang's reason for compelling admission to the international city. A few moments later, the cavalcade returned from the French quarter; and the Conqueror subsequently let it be known that his chauffeur had mistaken the way. Soon Chiang Kaishek, his entourage, and his formidable bodyguard were installed at a large residence. A flagstaff was erected and the red, white and blue Nationalist flag unfurled. On a blue field in the upper staff corner of a red flag rises a white...
...horse lay on the boulevard, dead. My automobile burst into flames. I leaped out with a shout: 'Never mind about the fire in the car; let's get this man to the hospital. We can buy 20 cars, but we can't buy another Joe [my chauffeur].' . . . Joe and the two in the milk wagon soon recovered from minor injuries. My car burned to the ground...
...Baldwin screamed. Was her conviction shattered then, perhaps -her belief in Mr. Baldwin as an agent of the Higher Power? She paled. Then Mr. Baldwin took his pipe out of his mouth, nodded to his chauffeur. The starter buzzed, the engine roared. At a blast from the limousine's powerful siren horn the crowd wavered. "Come on! Down them!!" shouted some voices; but the limousine broke through as one young miner shouted "Back to your hogs, Baldwin!* You're lucky to get away...