Word: doored
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Belted, muskrat-capped troopers kept the crowds moving in front of the door to the Executive Chamber in New York State's Capitol at Albany last week. Inside the large plum-carpeted room, Tammany Legislators from New York City sat in glum silence. Behind a great table, in the capacity of New York's Chief Magistrate, sat crippled, smiling Governor Franklin Delano Roosevelt. Before him stood a great barrel of a man with a soup-bowl haircut and cutaway, who looked like a slightly modernized political cartoon by the late Thomas Nast. He was Thomas...
Constables King and McDowell went out to ask Albert Johnson a few questions. They knocked on the cabin door, but Albert Johnson did not answer. Three bullets splintered the door and smashed into Constable King's chest. McDowell did not wait. He dragged his friend to their sledge and cracked his snake whip as loud as Hermit Johnson's rifle. Tongues out, the husky dogs plunged forward. They made the 100 miles back to Aklavik in 20 hours. It was a record and it saved Constable King's life...
...story: He had sold papers on Chicago's South Side, bell-hopped at the Chicago Beach Hotel, sung in the Olivet Baptist Church choir. Mrs, Blackstone invited her butler's boy to lunch with her. There arose an argument as to whether he should go to the front door or around by the back as he had done the countless times he had gone to see his father. His mother telephoned the housekeeper. He used the front...
...than ten, and many of them were almost babes. On the very first night when the children were asleep part, of the ceiling fell. A nurse ran into the room wondering why she had not heard the children screaming and thinking it was a bomb. When she opened the door she found those eight little Roman Catholics kneeling by their bedsides praying. . . . The children invented games in which to have one leg or one arm was not a disadvantage but an advantage. . . . They called me Monsieur Auld Reekie." "If you want to start a war" advised Bishop Francis John McConnell...
...years ago he wanted to do something different so his father took him to see his birthplace on University Avenue at 181st Street. He saw the nook under the stairs where his baby-carriage used to stand, the rigging on the firescape where his diapers hung, the grocery next door where a loaf of bread was snatched from his mother's hands because she could not pay immediately...