Word: earls
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Christmas presents are hung on a shoetree. Carols are proposed, " 'But don't bring Earl,'" says the laundress. A Princeton co-ed sisbooms "ad Nassaum." Yale sings "Beulah, Beulah." Funnyman Donald Ogden Stewart's technique is borrowed for an interview with Golfer Bobby Jones, aged one, in a lavatory. Pleased with himself, Mr. Lardner then interviews Horace Greeley in a bathtub. Toward the end of the book a Laplander lands in his lap. They marry and live in Gluten, N. Y. Divorce ensues. Queen Marie sings "Dat watahmelyon hangin' on de vine." He marries...
Actually, of course, the Earl of Birkenhead is sensitive to the slightest "Orient trouble" affecting India. He keeps his counsel, and sometimes he keeps it over a glass and a cigar; but when trouble is scented the quick legal mind that made him Lord High Chancellor of Great Britain (1919-22) kindles, and he speaks as he did last week, before the House of Lords...
While the Earl of Birkenhead was speaking, an Indian riot was actually in progress between Moslems and Hindus at Larkana, Upper India. Some 47 persons were injured in a bellicose dispute arising around an old Hindu woman and her three children alleged to have been mistreated by a Moslem...
...CARROLL MUST SURRENDER" said a modest headline. Some vaguely remember that Earl Carroll, theatrical producer had been convicted of perjury months before; everyone knows he gave the party where Joyce Hawley splashed and wept in a bath-tub full of alleged champagne. A fortnight ago the U. S. Supreme Court turned down his appeal: Producer Carroll must go to Atlanta to spend a year and a day. Gossip said he would pay his own way to Atlanta to keep his appointment with the government on time; the U. S. Marshal's office, left without money to pay his fare...
...downpour of especial violence preceded the parade to the post. Then the King, standing in the Earl of Derby's box, the Prince, ensconced at the Valentine's Brook jump, the cheered host, others of high and low degree saw the sun burst through the clouds, do its belated best. Thirty-seven horses started the agonizing 4½-mile chase. Over stone fence, green hedge, wide ditch and stream, they charged. One by one, sweating, steaming animals with bloodshot eyes found themselves wanting; fell, pitching heartbroken men onto tough shoulderblades. Only seven horses came to the last hurdle...