Word: collared
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...accepting funds from private corporations; but a Newfoundland grand jury found "no bill," and the nasty charges blew over. Triumphantly last week Sir Richard counted up 28 seats for his party, against the Government's 12 in a Parliament of 40. Gallant, the man with the Hoover-tipped collar attributed his victory to "Newfoundland's womanhood"-since this is the first election in which Newfoundland women have had the ballot. Some 30,000 maids and matrons, all of whom had to be over 25, voted for "dollars and cents," or in U. S. parlance "Prosperity...
...attended the recent International Aero Exhibition at Berlin. No U. S. aircraft were there, only two Whirlwind motors hidden in foreign planes and a picture book of other U. S. motors and machines. General Kincaid was ashamed. "I felt," said he last week, "like turning up my coat collar and slinking away." He noted too that "Germany has 60 cities linked by air transport now. Over this network is maintained a constant fast transport of mail, passengers and freight. No other country in the world has anything to compare with...
Before Nominee Hoover, read his speech, into the klieglight stepped a thinnish, baldish, nasal gentleman in a big collar, whose reticence and invisibility had been notable if not conspicuous up to that point in the campaign. Ever since the nominations at Kansas City, Vice President Charles Gates Dawes had been a neutral factor in the election which he had once hoped would be won by his friend, Frank Orren Lowden, and in which he would gladly have played a principal part himself. The plan to introduce him as preliminary speaker in Nominee Hoover's big drive for the Brown...
Then the Corps wheels through the sally-ports, and the silent ranks become alive. For the last time the plebe tucks his chin into his collar, heaves until his muscles crack on his shoulders, and holds his breath for a last instant. The ranks are halted; the front rank faces about, and the hands that were denied him for a year are seeking his. The bitterness leaves him. That is a holy time...
What was new, parents asked, last week, when the pageant of "prep" school boys moved across the U. S.? Mothers (as before) kissed their sons, counted their shirts, sorted socks. Mothers (of heroes) hoped for no broken collar bones. But during the summer the preparatory schools had been preparing. What had they that was new? This the anxious parents asked...