Word: doored
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...last week Britain's real-life Sherlock Holmes, the great criminal pathologist Sir Bernard Spilsbury (TIME, March 4 et seq.), was called on a case exactly to his taste when the potman of a pub in South London went nosing down into a cellar disused for years. Next door to the pub is the Old Surrey Theatre, now being torn down but in Queen Victoria's day the mecca of thrill-thirsty folk who loved to see dramas of ripe, purple blood and thunder...
...cover a routine meeting one winter day in 1903, when he saw smoke seeping from the Iroquois Theatre. Up through a sidewalk grating crawled a blackened figure in stage costume, then another & another. They gasped a few words about the carnage inside. Cub Howey dashed into a saloon next door, telephoned his editor (who was certain Howey was drunk), paid the bartender $5 to tie up the telephone, one of the few in the neighborhood. When the day was over, boxcar headlines were screaming "736 DEAD...
...News Photo Service. In the picture business Walter Howey shows his most surprising side. The books on his desk bear such titles as Solvents, Elements of Physical Chemistry, Colloidal Behavior, The Selenium Cell. Much of his time he spends on the seventh floor of the Mirror Building, behind a door marked "International Research Laboratories, Inc." There, with his staff of technicians, he has produced a machine to make a half-tone engraving in four minutes instead of the customary hour. Instead of the usual acid bath, the Howey machine employs a photoelectric eye which scans the photograph. The impulses from...
...waving the people away. ''Oh, let them in," said the President to his personal secretary. "They've come a long ways. I'll be glad to meet them." Obediently the secretary stood aside until the room was filled, then stepped down to close the door. He did not notice a calm, boyish-looking man who slipped past him, his right hand bandaged in a handkerchief. Out of the handkerchief spat two bullets. President McKinley slumped on the arm of an aide. Instantly the young secretary was at his side. "My wife," murmured the wounded President...
...Bynner has among his 70 guests a Communist and a patriot, a liar, a painter, a hostess, a debutante, a bachelor, maintains the same good manners, the same ironic detachment toward all. A depthless scorn is revealed only for the poetess who "would have ordered God from the front door if he had come in clothes that meant the back." Literary detectives may believe they recognize originals like Amy Lowell and D. H. Lawrence in Author Bynner's portraits, may think they have spotted Robinson Jeffers as Jeremiah...