Word: doorsteps
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...fire. Lacking this data, Officer Rhodes of Manhattan did the next best thing: tackled 23-year-old Negro Edward Burnett, extinguished the flames with his own uniform overcoat. Negro Burnett, taken to the Harlem Hospital in a critical condition, said that he had been sleeping quietly on a doorstep until another Negro poured a pail of kerosene...
...goes home to Minnesota he will feel and hear a disturbance in the political air. Malignant Minnesotans, particularly friends of Magnus ("Magnavox") Johnson, whom Mr. Schall defeated in 1924, are saying that bootleggers contributed to Mr. Schall's campaign fund. Such charges being "a dirty mess on the doorstep of the state," the State Senate last week voted, 54 to 1, to conduct an investigation. It matters not that the U. S. Senate looked into Mr. Schall's election last spring (TiME, June 28) and found it pure enough to allow him to hold his seat...
...front of the butcher shop, Marie Drazdorf, maid-of-all-work, paid not the slightest heed to the growing procession. She must get the shutters hung up and the doorstep scrubbed before suppertime. Then there would be coals to carry, and the dishes, the pots, the. . . Ach! Will busybodies never let a woman finish her work? What would this fat burgomaster be looking at her for? "Good evening, Mr. Burgomaster." ... Eh ? He was bowing? The burgomaster bowing at Marie Drazdorf, the butcher's drudge girl? At Marie Drazdorf, with a five-year-old son and a man too poor...
...economic pressure was to "blame," citing suicidal phenomena during hard times and times of saturation in sentimental fiction in Germany. . . Dr. Alfred Adler of Vienna, psychoanalyst, reminded people that the motive for suicide is often a neurotic desire for revenge, as in Japanese hara-kiri (self-disembowelment) upon the doorstep of an insulter...
...poem on turning mattresses and tucking fresh sheets in an old house. Part is swiftness and grace: Mr. Dunnock, before his birds become his angels, skates on the fens like a big bird himself. Part is earthiness: angry yokels plow a furrow across the vicarage lawn, plow up the doorstep, with three chestnut horses steaming and gleaming on a snowy morning. Part is uneasy: a weathercock whines; people tell their dreams; once Mr. Dunnock stuffs his beard quickly into his mouth...