Word: faces
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...might a costly symbol of Victory rise above Montfaucon Memorial, looking down on Argonne Forest. There took place the biggest battle in U. S. History. There was lost the Lost Battalion. There the Tennessee Conscientious Objector Alvin York captured 132 Germans. There, in 47 days of storming into the face of the Hindenburg Line about 123,000 Americans were killed or wounded. Some 900,000 others, nearly as many as the Confederacy mustered in four years, came through unscathed to live to tell the tale of the final break-through to Sedan and draw their bonuses...
...told him to go to hell." Two years of $35-a-week civil practice turned Lawyer Liebowitz to defending criminals. A debater and dramatic star at Cornell, he quickly found his genius to be mastering juries. A natural showman, daring, quick-witted, with expressive eyes, a mobile face, a wide-ranged resonant voice, the gift of oratory and an intuitive awareness of jury reactions, Lawyer Liebowitz' court successes came so unbelievably as to make him appear hypnotic. The hardest case he ever had, the Max Becker prison riot murder in 1930, seemed so clear-cut against his client that...
...prisoner to get a confession?" "No, never." "Did you ever see a policeman beat a prisoner to get a confession?" "No, I never did." "How long have you been a policeman?" "Thirty years." "Did you ever tell a lie in your life?" The policeman, red in the face, stammered, "No, I never did." The jury guffawed, gave Liebowitz an acquittal...
...clients his talents have freed, not all have lived to praise him. Liebowitz sent "Mad Dog" Coll back into the streets. Brother gangsters wiped him out within a week. Convict Max Becker, missing the electric chair for the prison guard's murder, went back to face prison guards who did not forget. The electric chair burns men. Solitary confinement burns minds. Max Becker has for some years been in the Dannemora madhouse...
...many forgotten bonds held title to vast if watery wealth. And because out of Sleuth Smythe's capacious hat gratifying miracles sometimes popped, trustees and executors got in the habit of laying the contents of old tin boxes before Mr. Smythe's blazing blue eyes, red face and Edwardian whiskers. Mr. Smythe loved to talk, hated to give any information except for a fee. For the last 20 years of his life he was the only broker in New York who refused to have a telephone...