Word: chickens
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Harris farm. With him were three "friends," not regular agents but deputized for this raid. They fingered their gun triggers menacingly. Farmer Harris, mistaking them for bandits, lifted his shotgun down from behind the stove, prepared to defend his home. One of the unofficial raiders was snooping under a chicken coop for a still when he caught sight of Harris and Lowery. He pulled the trigger on his revolver. Harris dropped. Lowery started to run. Shots followed him, brought him to the ground. Both men were dead by sunset...
...Elkhart, Kan., the Singing Masters' Association convened for a "sing," tried to yodel, couldn't, was forced to abandon efforts for two hours. Cause: Too much fried chicken had been devoured prior to the songfest...
...Adolph Zukor, Mr. & Mrs. Oscar Grab and the Sheriff of New York County. Maitre d'Hotel Rene Black, "Master of Forty Sauces," hovered majestically. Quick was the Press to pick up this dining place as a likely morsel for public fun. Its menu prices were broadcast: chicken okra soup 65?, baked lobster thermidor $2, lamb stew $1.70, royal squab en crapaudine, $2.75, baked potato 450, coffee 45?, demi tasse 50?. Jokesters insisted that the park air was still free and that the poor did not have to pay anything to watch the rich dine in their park. To point...
...hole of the first nine, except on the eighth where she only had to hit her ball twice. Thus she broke a woman's record for St. Andrew's. By lunch time Golfer Collett was two up. But Miss Wethered, after a lunch of salad and cold chicken, had not lost her confident one-sided smile. Her drives were long, her irons had sting. Miss Collett suddenly became nervous, uncertain. Calmly Joyce Wethered advanced to lead. It was on the 15th that she definitely stopped the last Collett attempt to win back the morning's lead. Glenna...
...Morgan, reminded me of the late Bishop Brent, of New York State, and a different scene. I was with Major General Henry C. Corbin on the Benguet road going from Baguio to Manila in an army (Doherty) wagon. At noon we outspanned for luncheon. Smoking in the shade after chicken and ham and iced wine, we descried an ass coming up the steep ascent with a dusty figure of a man plodding beside the beast. "Those squaw men disgrace America in the Philippines," said the General. "Hundreds of 'em swinging 'round and living off native women. No American...