Word: door
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...manner makes a difference at the White House. Several weeks ago a well-dressed young man walked briskly up the White House Steps, nodded amiably to the guards, pressed through the front door and strolled unchallenged into the dining room where President Hoover was alone. There he dropped his fine manner, began to talk rapidly, wildly. Realizing his danger before this stranger, the President conversed courteously with him, humored him, until a guard entered to lead the intruder away. A mighty shake-up occurred among the President's bodyguards...
Last week, two months had passed since the new occupants took over the White House. Observers looking to see what changes, if any, might have come over the White House, noticed that the bronze-bound doors were swinging to and fro with a brisk new freedom. They opened not only in for strangers (see col. 1) but also out for plain tourists to issue grandly forth from the main entrance after staring their way through state chambers. The tourist exit always used to be through the basement. The Open Door policy is the most tangible change which Mrs. Hoover...
...door of the Washington jail swung open hungrily last week to admit Oilman Harry Ford Sinclair. The U. S. courts had found him guilty of contempt of the Senate for refusing to answer questions in its 1924 Teapot Dome investigation. Now he was paying for his stubbornness by a 90-day sojourn in a "common jail" with pick pockets, wife-beaters, smalltime crooks...
...prey, a virginal American heiress, Anne. A curious decadent odor hangs over the affair, waves of sickening smell choke the perverted conversation. Anne, suffocating, escapes from the room. Downstairs she clatters into something that jangles dismally. It is a metal funeral wreath of painted violets and roses. A door opens and in the dim light Anne sees three women clucking over the apothecary's bloated corpse. Overwhelmed again by the curious decadent odor, Anne recognizes it at last-the odor of Death...
Denials make poor reading and worse information; a sweeping denial, it is true, may close discussion on a subject, but the mere bolting of a single door piques the curiosity in regard to all the others. In the present case, the real question hinges on what is to be done with the present H. A. A. surplus not what definite sum it is not going to be allowed to accumulate to. It is too much to hope that Harvard men will continue smilingly to pay five dollars a ticket to see football games when part of this sum is going...