Word: dogged
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...liking to say yes, unable to say no, Japan's blunt No. 1 war dog barked that when Japanese troops invaded Manchuria, drove out "Young Marshal" Chang's Government and opened his abandoned steel safe they did find therein a receipt for 500,000 yuan signed by "two Japanese." The two names General Hayashi refused to reveal...
Ballyhoo for the Westminster Kennel Club's Annual Dog Show is usually composed of statistics, freaks, photographs of puppies. Last week's ballyhoo contained the customary information that more dogs (2,837) were entered than ever before, items about a singular creature called the Welsh Corgi, news that dachshunds outnumbered all other entries. Newsreaders, however, were flabbergasted at one new note in the ballyhoo. This was the Woolworth Donahue Cheetah. Before the show opened sports pages contained pictures of the cheetah and its trainer, Publisher Eltinge F. Warner of Field & Stream. When the show began, patrons viewed...
Only hunting cheetah in the U. S., the Donahue cheetah has no name, sleeps on his owner's bed or in a kennel. Last week, after helping publicize the dog show, the cheetah failed to return to its normal function, that of publicizing Woolworth Donahue. Instead, left to its own devices in the Donahue boathouse at Palm Beach, it quickly ran away...
...exception. In her dressing-room she keeps photographs of "mein Vater, meine Mutter, mein Mann und mein Bruder Fritz." She kisses them all and takes a nip of sherry before she goes on stage. For the rest her entourage consists of three stuffed animals: a brown plush dog, a fluffy white cat which holds a lorgnette, a horrid-looking dachshund made of sea shells. Her enthusiasms in the U. S. are for Greta Garbo's cinemas and "the rubberneck busses" which go through San Francisco's Chinatown. She has little interest in clothes, hates social occasions and everything...
Louis Kiss, a Hungarian silk painter by trade, but a bootlegger on the side, recalled getting lost in The Bronx on March 1, 1932, wandering into the Fredericksen restaurant, seeing Hauptmann with a dog. A big, ragged man named Luther Harding swore he saw two men in a car with a ladder near the Lindbergh home on the afternoon of March 1, that neither was Hauptmann. He had turned his information over to the police next day, he said. When asked to pick out the officer he had talked to, Harding picked the wrong one. It was then revealed that...