Word: cowed
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...jury remembered to ask Mrs. Hebner whose, if not her husband's, was the corpse in her cellar. To this Mrs. Hebner had no answer, but she gave the jury interesting ground for speculation by relating how one day, when she had found Will Hebner beating a cow to death with an iron bar, he had explained that it was the same bar he had used to beat the life out of a St. Louis storekeeper named William Hite on Nov. 10, 1935. It seemed that for Will Hebner a murder was of no more moment than a marriage...
...spare time, he was a full-fledged operator at 14, a combined telegrapher and brakeman on the Santa Fe three years later. For the next 50 years he was shunted from line to line like a boxcar in a busy season. He saw hard living in Kansas cow towns, hard drinking at Northwest division points, hard work everywhere. Last week his son, a brakeman himself, offered Harry French's biography as a typical story of a last-generation American workman...
...cracking a whip over Congress, and greeting small businessmen. The high point was a tableau exhibiting the discovery of the tooth which the President had extracted last autumn strung on the watch chain of a visiting Elk. The entertainment also included a glimpse of Vice President Garner shooting a cow instead of a deer...
...paints as he draws for the New Masses, from memory or imagination, as fast as he can and as briefly, with rich reds, yellows and slashing whites. Last summer he spent three months in the West, exhibited the results last week. Among them: Waiting (see cut), a Kansas cow, dying of thirst, on whom the buzzards have already lit; Security, showing more fortunate horses grazing on a prairie hill while a family whirls topsy-turvy in the sky above them. Not Surrealist was Artist Gropper's explanation: "It's quite literal-the cattle have some security...
Next day the beleaguered Villa Cimbrone was guarded by four carabineers, three police dogs. On the locked gate hung a "keep out" sign. But from talkative servants at the villa, reporters were able to piece together the kind of idyl their editors were gasping for: Greta milking a cow named Emma* while Stoky held Emma's head; Greta contentedly stroking the white nose of a llama while Stoky picked fresh white camellias, presented them with conductorial bows to "my lady of the camellias." At the Hotel Caruso, where, until they were discovered, the couple had gone regularly...