Word: darke
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Fess at Kansas City, who sounded crass and flatulent on the vague topic of Republican Prosperity. And so it was at Houston with Keynoter Bowers, who combined pedantry with abuse on Republican Corruption. An editorial writer on the New York Evening World, Claude Gernade Bowers is a short, slim, dark, studious, scholarly, quiet man in his middle years. His specialty is early U. S. history. Like many a bookish man he has his villain-Alexander Hamilton-and his heroes-Thomas Jefferson and Andrew Jackson. He gained fame as an exciting speaker last winter when Democrats celebrated Jackson Day in Washington...
...Houston police chiefs feared the worst and lectured their men to refrain from oldtime Southern violence. Then, one night last week, seven men hustled the wounded Powell from his hospital bed, took him to a bridge outside the city, tied a rope around his neck, pushed him off. The dark shape at the rope's end did not stop squirming and groaning. So the rope was hauled up and tied shorter, tighter. This time there was a solid jerk and a muffled snap as the body dropped. The dead thing dangled there all night...
...finishes in front. Few had heard of Sarazen when he won; no one had heard of Hagen when he came to fame in 1914. Practically unknown were the two golfers who on the first day at Olympia Fields led all the rest. Henry Guici was one, a tiny player, dark-haired, quick-tempered. Frank Ball tied Guici with a 70. No one knew anything about him except that he was a cousin of John Ball, famed Britisher. Either Guici or Ball might win, of course, but the bookmakers didn't think so. And the bookmakers were right...
...left with 36 more holes to play to settle the tie. Both showed the strain of the three days' play in their faces but not in their games. Jones, plump and thoughtful, his cowlick slicing over his eyebrow, stalked after his ball in silence while Farrell, lean and dark, walked with a gloomy air beside him. As beautiful, as effective as ever was Jones's effortless, mechanically perfect game; his drives were as long as ever, his putts as straight and his score-144-identical with that which had put him ahead in the second round. To Jones...
More determination than rejoicing marked the conferences of 100 macaroni and noodle manufacturers, also at Chicago. Olive-skinned, dark-eyed, they shouted Vivas when they heard Chief Noodle-maker Henry Mueller of New York announce that the average Italian eats four miles of macaroni a year. But they shook their heads dolefully at the pitiful 211 feet which is the per capita ration...