Word: droving
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...September, the local district attorney and a county detective encountered an automobile careening crazily down the road, stopped it, arrested the driver for drunken driving. He was Frank C. Monaghan, a 64-year-old Uniontown hotel man. The detective took the old man's wheel. The district attorney drove ahead, returned when he saw that the second car was not following. He found the detective staggering down the road, bleeding from a knife wound. Frank Monaghan was hauled to police headquarters for questioning. There that night he died, of "heart disease superinduced by acute alcoholism," according to the coroner...
...rest of that day she behaved in her usual introspective way. She went to bed and slept as usual, rose as usual. Next day she casually told her mother what she had done. Her mother drove Dema Dunlap to Dr. Kosterlitz, who refused to believe the young woman's story until he saw the projecting butt of the spike. He rushed her to a hospital where he extracted the nail. Then she fainted. There was some chance for her recovery, for a person can live with a large part of his brain gone. In Harvard's anatomical museum...
...Angeles last week had a perforated brain almost as bizarre as Berkeley's. Someone drove a knife into the head of one Frank Hill, Negro, and broke off the handle (see cut). The victim's skull was so thick that the surgeons could not pull out the blade without wriggling it, and wriggling would tear his brain irreparably. The surgeons therefore sawed the man's skull around the blade, lifted bone and blade together, expected uneventful recovery...
...cause the murderer inevitably to return to the scene of his crime, or Hitler at the pinnacle of world power to indulge in painting during his leisure hours. Only those who have spent four years eating Mr.Westcott's prime ribs and ragout of lamb can comprehend the forces which drove to her present posient position the head waitress of one of our Houses, which for obvious reasons shall be nameless...
...only saw the Trouble at first hand but did their best to help it along, referred to it simply as "the scrap." But as Author O Malley well knows, and as his Army Without Banners well shows, those troublous scraps were quilted together into a guerrilla pattern that nearly drove the British crazy, finally blanketed Ireland in Revolution...