Word: droving
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Urschel kidnapping in Oklahoma City, Farmer Shannon and his wife, were her parents. Arnold was to find out what Prosecutor Herbert K. Hyde had done about her offer to surrender her husband in return for the release of her parents. She gave Arnold some money and a car, then drove to San Antonio with the girl. There she joined her husband...
...Ghazi a political juggling act: a circle of Moslem advisers nicely balanced between Anglophiles and Anglophobes. He bequeathed, too, his brother and personal adviser, that AH ibn Hussein who was King of the Hejaz for a year (1924-25) after his father Hussein abdicated and before Ibn Saud drove him out. Among the Arab clique; who stalk between the slender pillars of the King's Palace in Bagdad, Ali is rated an Anglophile. Against him are the Finance Minister, the Army Commander and the leaders of the Arab Nationalist Party who hate Irak's alliance with Britain...
...Clinton Corners, N. Y., to save his home from mortgage foreclosure, Richard L. Hawkes spent the night tearing it down, carting it away in sections, was arrested when the mortgagee drove by in the morning, found nothing left but walls and foundation...
...instead about Nebraska farmers. At the depot in Chicago a crowd of 500 peered and cheered as Mr. Hoover stepped under the glare of camera flashlights. "I'm just a common garden variety of American citizen come to see the Chicago Fair," he remonstrated. Next day as he drove up to the 14th Street entrance of the Fair a squad of cavalry and a battalion of troops snapped to attention. Citizen Hoover smiled and waved as a 21-gun salute went off and the Brothers Dawes, Charles Gates and Rufus, came up to greet him. They visited the California...
...Vagabond was sitting quietly last evening staring into the crackling hickory fire which drove the fall chill from his chimney corner, and thinking how the barbarian shriek of fire-engines would soon dispel the peace of his chambers under Memorial's clock. Suddenly there came a knocking from the depths, rap, rap, rap, thrice it came, and the distant corner of the room, illuminated only by the firelight, glowed with a greenish phosphorescence. Startled, the Vagabond discerned a figure standing there, limned in the faint, emerald light. Its coat was of gabardine, its trousers of flannel, from its eyes came...