Word: easts
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...three years past, I feel entitled to offer some criticism. Your repeated references to an unfortunate lynching which occurred here during the early hours of Oct. 8 has given this community quite as much unfavorable and unsought publicity as necessary. Why not review some past racial affair in East St. Louis, Chicago, Washington and an Ohio city? They are all closer to your office than Aiken. That we are civilized is best attested by the considerable number of America's best families who for more than 50 years have been spending their winter vacation in Aiken, stepping from the train...
Those who rode in Pullmans down the east coast of Florida on the afternoon of July 18, 1926, were hot and drowsy. Most of them slouched and slumbered in their seats; others gazed, stupidly, at real estate advertisements in newpapers. At Palatka, Fla., on the Atlantic Coast Line Railway, husky voices suddenly echoed through the Pullman steel. Passengers jerked themselves out of their various shades of somnolence, as the train stopped. Curious, they got their noses dirty trying to look through the screens. They heard one Blanche S. Brookins, Negress, snorting and scolding: "Yoh all let me 'lone...
...annual flow of tonnage through the "Soo" canals is several times that through the Panama, and includes, besides iron, coal and wheat, a miscellany containing among other things thousands of automobiles and a large percentage of the butter and eggs with which the East...
...Through the White. House lower corridor, without a card, walked a lady whom one or two attendants were impressed to see. She entered the East Room, where, on Nov. 25, 1913, she had been married. She was Mrs. Francis Bowes Sayre, onetime Jessie Wilson, War President's daughter, now wife of a professor at Harvard Law School. Said she (to a guard) : "I just wanted to see the place and the East Room again," She did not meet any member of the Coolidge family...
Welfare Island is a bleak platform rising out of a river on the east side of Manhattan and supporting on its scanty ledge a workhouse, two hospitals and a prison. Straight over the island sweeps the grey arch of Queensborough Bridge and across the bridge all day pass elevated trains, funeral carriages and people on foot. It is easy, standing on the bridge, to drop something down onto the island. Last week a man on the bridge threw away a tin tobacco...