Word: comee
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Franklin Roosevelt Joe Kennedy saw last week was not the fractious, irritated, harried man who sat at the same cluttered desk last summer. A remarkable change has come over the President: once again he is relaxed, confident, charming. Gone is his captious attitude to the U. S. press. Old Mark Sullivan, dean of Washington columnists, noted the change a month ago, hopefully analyzed the President's bubbly jocularity as a signal he has decided not to run again...
...least of all himself, need have been surprised that Maury was in trouble. Politics is a tough business, and Bexar County is no Sunday school. When Maury Maverick got licked for re-election to Congress, he started to come back by getting himself elected Mayor of San Antonio. In his campaign he promised a general clean-up of the city. When he was elected, he started to make good his promise. Result: obvious to any freshman in political chemistry...
Dressed in a faultless blue suit with a white carnation in his buttonhole, pearl spats and ascot tie, he strode into court, announced thai! he had come to settle the whole affair by paying out of his own pocket Mrs. Brown's $6,500 claim, her $6,000 lawyer's fee. A gratifying uproar filled the court...
...next day the Black Eagle reappeared with ruffled plumage. This time he was not gloriously alone: he was accompanied by his wife, Essie, orchids on her shoulder. To an attentive courtroom, which included 50 Divine angels, the colonel related how 15 other angels had come to him the night before, asked him to settle alleged claims against Father Divine. It would take "about $50,000," he dismally explained. "My conscience would not allow me to pay one claim unless I paid them all." With a giveaway glance at Essie: "My family wouldn't even consider that...
...Doell went to the back of the house, entered the master bedroom. On a three-quarter-size bed, on top of the covers, lay the man he had come to see: Dr. Walter Engelberg, 42, secretary of the Consulate. Dr. Engelberg was dressed in an old-fashioned white nightgown, his hands folded peacefully across his chest, the fingers extended. His head had been smashed by three blows. Obliterated were two sabre scars, marks of duels. He had been dead 24 hours...