Word: drank
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...trail of the sun far in the west. Softly he spoke, "yet I may and must pray to the gods to prosper my journey to that other world--may this, then, which is my prayer be granted to me." Raising the cup to his lips, quickly he drank off the poison...
Hopkins. The dullest of the quartet, "Uncle" Mark Hopkins was the only one who weighed less than 200 lb. Thin, worried, cautious, lazy, stubborn, plaintive, he ate little meat, drank no liquor and, even as a wealthy man, grew vegetables for his own table, selling the surplus. When he planned a quiet cottage on Nob Hill, his fun-loving wife, who greatly admired the romantic novels of Ouida, took over the planning of it, turned it into a huge mass of towers, gables, and steeples, with a dining room to seat 60 guests, a bedroom inlaid with ivory, ebony...
...Lieut. Smith: "If he had handed me a couple of bucks when I went to him for help and said, 'Here, you poor bum, buy yourself a cup of coffee,' I'd not have filed the charges." On the stand, Colonel Giffin sweated, admitted that he drank, called Lieut. Smith a blackmailer, failed to explain how hot foot was funny...
Fortnight ago, during a radio speech from his room in Louisville's Kentucky Hotel, the Governor consumed more than half the contents of a pitcher of ice water brought him by Waiter Joe Berry. State Finance Director Dan Talbott and a State trooper also drank some. All three reported themselves stricken with intestinal cramps and chills which Chandler doctors diagnosed as "cyanotic." The Governor stayed in bed for a week. The Governor's physicians insisted he had been almost fatally poisoned. The Governor's guards declared there had been prior poisoning attempts...
Police ordered him in but he threatened to jump if they touched him. "I've got to work this out for myself," he cried. All afternoon, on his twelve-inch-wide perch, he argued with his sister, a priest, a doctor, a minister. He drank a dozen glasses of water, lit countless cigarets, pondered his problem. Should he finish the act the audience of 10,000 was waiting for, or return ignominiously to safety? The afternoon wore on, evening came. Still John Warde had not solved his problem. At 10:38 he heard the rustle of a rope...