Word: coachman
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Died. Dr. Thomas Garrigue Masaryk, 87, founder and first President of the Czechoslovakian Republic: of pneumonia; at Chateau de Lany, near Prague. The son of a coachman, Masaryk worked his way through the Universities of Vienna and Leipzig to a Ph.D. in 1876. Two years later he married an American, Charlotte Garrigue, who died in 1923. After a long career of teaching and cafe politics, he founded his own political party, was elected to the Diet in 1907. With the World War, Masaryk, sensing the collapse of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, won the Allied powers to the cause...
...hostess,' said Tilley, coldly. 'Provided by the livery stable. Another dubious wonder of the modern world. In the event of emergency, she will be the one to walk to the nearest farmhouse, give the alarm, and be photographed.* Well, au revoir!' The coachman whipped up his cob, and the little party rumbled off along Fifty-ninth Street, Tilley brandishing his brassie with great ferocity at a horsefly. As we turned, we discovered to our surprise that the sidewalk, where he had paused a moment, was a pool of tears...
Undaunted by the impressive barouche drawn by two spirited plugs and a coachman with a fondness for beer, the CRIMSON nine (teen) soundly trounced the Lampoon's ball club 23-2 in the annual encounter on Soldiers Field yesterday afternoon. It was the 42nd game which the legitimate editors have garnered by the same score...
...eldest son of Banker Giovanni Morosini. aide to Garibaldi, art collector and onetime partner of Jay Gould; of a kidney ailment; in Manhattan. The elder Morosini left a museum-like Victorian mansion and an estate once estimated at $25,000,000 to his children, of whom Victoria married a coachman, Giulia a policeman. Amalia, an invalid since birth, survives...
...booted footmen sprang up behind, the coachman cracked his whip, and out through Grosvenor Gate the coach rolled, to smack into collision with a lumbering scarlet omnibus. With one horse streaming blood, the coach careened wildly up Park Lane at a dead run. White-faced but resolute, Sir George Sidney Clive, D. S. 0. bounced about. There was a second collision near the corner by the Marble Arch with an evil-smelling sweeper's cart, wrenching a wheel off the coach. Shaken but uninjured the Marshal of the Diplomatic Corps descended from his rehearsal...