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...with a trap worked by a waterpower gadget. Tom had already made one escape from his cell, and was known to have rich and imaginative friends who might try to engineer another getaway. So the sheriff, taking no chances, held the hanging one day in November 1903 in a corridor of the Laramie County jail. Militiamen were posted outdoors. Tom was fitted with a five-strap leather harness, to keep his arms and legs from dangling. A couple of his cronies, invited in for the event, were asked to sing his favorite hymn, Life's Railway to Heaven...
...horror. Some were called by room telephones-a 44-year-old operator named Mrs. Julia Barry stayed at the switchboard, managed to work a few minutes before she died. But most of the guests were awakened by screams, the smell of smoke, the noise. Almost automatically they opened corridor doors and were driven back by heat and smoke. They ran to their windows, looked down the clifflike side of the building at the silent crowds in the street...
...came along the [train] corridor with a bunch of magazines he was selling. ... He came in and sat with me for half an hour and we had quite a talk about books and reading generally. At the end of our conversation he told me ... he would like to give me something he greatly valued. Whereupon he unpinned a badge he was wearing, which carried the words 'MacArthur for President,' and pinned it on the lapel of my coat. [Thereafter] when the boy passed my room, I proudly displayed the badge; when anyone else came along, I took evasive...
...Urdu, with "stan" Baluchistan. means "Pak" also "Land of the means Pure." Last week the League convention defined it to embrace Punjab, Sind, Baluchistan, North-West Frontier Province (all in northwestern In dia), Assam and most of Bengal (in the north east). Jinnah has even advocated a thousand-mile corridor across Hindustan to connect the two parts...
Then on the honeymoon train Colonel Starling had a memorable early morning encounter with Woodrow Wilson. "I entered [the private car] quietly and walked down the narrow corridor flanking the bedrooms. Suddenly my ear caught the notes of a familiar melody. Emerging into the sitting room, I saw a figure in top hat, tailcoat, and gray morning trousers, standing with his back to me, hands in his pockets, happily dancing a jig. As I watched him, he clicked his heels in the air, and from whistling he changed to singing, 'Oh, you beautiful doll! You great big beautiful doll...