Word: droving
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...growing dark in Ypsilanti, Mich., one evening last week when Thomas Wheatley, 17, drove up to the house of his friend Harry Lore, 16, jammed on the brakes and blew a long blast on the horn. Out of the house scrambled Lore and two Cleveland girls who were visiting at his home: his cousin, Vivian Gold, 15, and her friend, Anna May Harrison, 16. All piled into the car; Wheatley snapped on the lights, gave the horn another toot, and away they drove through the quiet streets of Ypsilanti to a cinema...
...When she drove back with help she found her sister dying. The Wood girl may live...
...cease. ¶Near Pointe-a-la-Hache, La., occurred Lynching No. 4 for the year. The victim, Oscar Livingston, 23, had been jailed on a charge of attempted rape of a young white woman. Eight days after his incarceration a band of masked white men broke into the jail, drove Negro Livingston 15 mi., made him get out of the car and run for it. They shot him as he ran. ¶Three days later at Hayneville, Ala., Lynching No. 5 took place. A Negro boy was said to have frightened an 11-year-old white girl. A crowd took...
...needed one more match and got it the next day when Helen Jacobs, wearing a transparent skirt and an intermittent frown, chopped and drove at Phyllis Mudford's weak backhand till she won, 6-4, 6-2. The match between Helen Moody and Betty Nuthall was nothing like the one they played in 1929, when Mrs. Moody decided the Wightman Cup series by winning 8-6, 8-6. Last week, they played more craftily, put less pace on their shots. Betty Nuthall won the first game at love, held her own till the seventh game when she made four...
...Teddy had come from poor but respectable parents to be an artist in the Southwest. They all met in Santa Fe, played together, thought it would be glorious to run away to Mexico. So they did. Just before they reached the border Teddy, the most grownup, turned the car, drove them grimly back to Santa Fe. Emily Hahn writes so well, puts her people through such lifelike paces, you keep wondering when she is going to tell you something worth listening to. But she never does...