Word: died
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...boys to France. They knew when they voted to send them there that many would never return, and that many would come back to live a life far worse than death; live in pain and sickness and horrible mutilations. If this bill is not passed, many men will die...
...prefer to live in New York because here I can find the inspiration of good jazz music. New York is jazz incarnate. Its architecture, its business, its life-all sparkle to a syncopated measure. . . . An honest jazz tune is better than a sermon on prohibiting anything. . . . When I die I have only one request to make. I want music at my funeral, but no dirge or mournful laments. Play only one thing and let that number be George Gershwin's 'Rhapsody in Blue.' To me it is truly great music, and certainly it is the music that...
Great men die and are laid to rest with all the pomp and ceremony due them. Monuments are erected, grim, ugly things, with great names carved in cold, lifeless stone, incompatible above all things with the vitality, the enterprise that made their owners mighty. In August, 1919, a great man died in Manhattan, was given pompous Jewish burial from the Temple Emanuel. He had his monument of stone. Last week his son announced that he would build another memorial, one more worthy of his father. The son is Arthur Hammerstein, famed Manhattan theatrical producer, son of Oscar, famed impresario...
...buttercup, up for marriage to the one who succeeds in unraveling three riddles she propounds. The Prince of Persia comes, dares to try, to risk his head if he should fail, guesses right. But Turandot, poor in sporting blood, will not give in, causes a slave girl to die for not disclosing the Prince's identity, holds herself stubborn, until the Prince's kiss tells her that his name is Love...
...British laboratory a white-haired savant bent, over a microscope, lifted a sad, tired face to the glare of a high-powered electric lamp, sighed. He plunged his hands deep into his dressing-gown pockets, sighed again. He was Dr. Faust, despondent, wanting to die, preparing the poison. In came an uninvited guest, no conventional red-tighted devil, but Monsieur Mephistopheles, sleek, well-groomed, bemonocled, his only tail the double portion of conventional evening dress...