Word: die
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...hand, staged an impromptu raid of the Communist workmen's quarters of the city. Street barricades were thrown up, pistols cracked, brickbats hurtled through the air. At least 15 men were gravely wounded. One Col. Hoffmann, former commandant of the fortress of Ingolstadt, was expected to die. Brunswick police, hopelessly outnumbered, telephoned frantically for tanks and armored cars...
...never been violated by anti-Fascist planes. I shall be the first, I said to myself. . . . My death, however undesired by me personally who have so many things to do, could but add to the success of my flight. All danger lies in my return flight. I shall not die before I have delivered my 400,000 leaflets and then they will be all the better recommended...
More Years. Dr. Charles Horace Mayo, his eyebrows bristling, flayed frantic oldsters: "The radios of young people are tuned to rhythmic motion. Those of old people get mainly static. There are too many 'drop-deads.' The 'drop-deads' occur in the city. They may die on the golf links, trying to show they are all right, but they really occur in the city. Farmers haven't the time to drop dead. We overdo the subject of exercise unless we have had the advantage of training early in life. Unless you have been brought up to work in early life...
Every year in the U. S. approximately 1.386,000 persons die; an average of 3,800 every day. To prepare these dead for burial there are 30,000 funeral directors & embalmers. There are 20 embalming colleges, an army of makers & sellers of hearses, caskets, embalming tables, embalming fluids & cosmetics, deodorants, artificial wreaths & grasses, grave markers, white gloves, folding chairs. The past month was an important one for that industry and its press: important for the industry because it witnessed a large number of regional conventions, culminating last week in the Golden Jubilee Convention of the National Funeral Directors' Association...
...sisters did not so much die as join the ghosts that inhabited their house. Mary grew up and fell in love. Still Phoebe, dead but restless, threatened her, and still her mother's influence thwarted an almost materialized evil. In time Mary's son was sent to the house for a visit; the old warfare continued. With the outwardly insane but inwardly heroic death of Lucia, the last old lady. Author Spencer rings down the curtain on a ghost story that is also a subtly convincing psychological drama, a novel that might have been ghosted by Henry James himself...