Word: doors
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Some few moments later a limousine with bullet-proof glass windows stops at the door. Up the stair stalks Il Duce. He enters the presence of the dead, alone. Like a soldier, like a ramrod, he stands at attention beside the bier. Minutes pass. No tears, no prayers, no rattling of beads. At last Signor Mussolini salutes the dead and strides away...
...flesh, I shall walk them in the spirit. Often in spirit I shall come to the Locust street entrance of the Coliseum, where those fine policemen have met me for seven weeks. . . ." Billy Sunday reached for his overcoat and let the converts come up to him through a trap door in the stage...
John Sims & Wife come back to a closet flat, under the noise of the elevated, where the bathroom door swings open annoyingly, and the Murphy bed clasps catch on blankets. John becomes twice a father and gets an eight dollar raise. John and Mary worry and work; then in a mobbed street a truck crushes the baby, and John, frenzied, tries to stop the city because his child is sick. The acid of the tragedy bites his brain. He loses his job, his work fibre loosens, he is out of step with the crowd. When Mary threatens to leave...
...Duchesse de Granville. The real Duchesse de Granville is his stepmother whom he has never seen. She, accordingly, is in a fix. She runs rapidly away, chased by police, house detectives, him. She returns to her lunchwagon. He ties the lunchwagon to his limousine and drags it to the door of his palatial house. She is Colleen Moore. He is Larry Kent...
...Portrait of My Grandmother, and a gay and decorative panel, Parade. Ralph Pulitzer bought Octaroon. But the spectacular and atmospheric illuminations of East African voodooism were more original and hence more noticed. Painter Motley has seen the crowd of anxious dark faces at a fortune teller's door, waiting to be told what numbers to bet on in a gambling game. He paints the same crowd, their black skins grey in the light of a jungle moon, capering through the mad tendrils of a mango grove...