Word: fellow
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...with shotguns and revolvers surrounded an apartment building on Chicago's West Side. Some went on the roof while others climbed three flights of rickety stairs to a rear apartment. There they cut the wire out of a screen door, stepped into a room, found a sheepish little fellow of 25 with round pink cheeks, black hair, innocent hazel eyes. He was pulling on a pair of socks. It was Willie Doody. Tamely he surrendered, said he was "relieved" the chase was over, blamed "bad company" for his troubles...
...weeks of the American-Russian Chamber of Commerce tour was as much as adventurous Miss Cogswell and loyal Mrs. Ingalls could stand. Having startled fellow passengers and many a Volga boatman by appearing on the hot deck of a river steamer in lounging pajamas, they left the party at Tiflis in the Caucasus, announced their intention of climbing Mount Ararat "to look for traces of Noah...
...throat as he sang beside the bedside of Davy Lee in other pictures has grown louder, deeper. Now that sob, heard round the world, constitutes his whole repertory. In Say It With Songs he sings in jail, torn from his young wife, his little son, caroling to fellow-prisoners about the birds, the springtime. He has accidentally killed a fellow who was making advances to his wife. As soon as he is free a truck hurts Davy Lee and the wandering story that is a framework for his sob is washed out again with a flood of tears. Jolson sings...
...Scotch doctor and a U. S. mother, he lived as a boy in Manhattan, attended public schools, shone in elocution rather than drawing. At 15 he entered art school as an excuse to be lazy, which he was, until he watched a fellow student draw classical ornament. Then he felt the fascination which determined all his later work. Soon he was designing alphabets, typography, title pages, serving as apprentice to a profane, drunken, expert pressman in a tiny Manhattan printing shop...
Across dazzling millions of little sun-flecked wavelets Prime Minister Mohammed Mahmoud Pasha last week came sailing home. Smiles softened his arrogant face. Fellow passengers noted with what gusto His Excellency ate. Oranges he seemed especially to relish. Here was a contented traveler who had been to distant London and brought the draft text of a proposed treaty which optimistic phrase-coiners were already calling "The Magna Carta of Egyptian Liberty...