Word: felted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...shooting occurred last week at Beppu, a summer resort on the Japanese island of Kiushiu. There Prince Hsien Kai, handsome 21-year-old cousin of poor P'u-yi. was strolling in the garden of his hotel when he heard a pistol report, felt the stab of a bullet in the back, fell grievously wounded...
...southeastern edge of the Harz. Summering there, his father, his friend, his sweetheart, his would-be rival, all unconsciously matured the high-school student. Wolf's father, however, wished to keep him a child, continually worried about Wolf's getting wet feet. The boy felt he would like a country of real dangers, of snakes and apes and Indians-somewhere he could play gallant to slim, brown Suzanne. Of course he "hadn't much use for females," but here was one with whom he could laugh, play, tumble, tease, poetize, and only once was there anything between...
Repercussions of the Russo-Chinese crisis were felt even at Sam W. Gumpertz's Chinese Chamber of Horrors ("Eden Musée") on Coney Island. In gruesome attitudes of opium smoking, flagellation and beheading, Mr. Gumpertz's waxworks Chinamen thrill goggle-eyed gumchewers. Last week Chinese Consul-General Samuel Sung Young, fearing that such exhibits might prejudice China's case in the U. S., appealed against Mr. Gumpertz to Manhattan's Mayor Walker who promised to investigate. Mr. Gumpertz said the most he would do would be to hang up NOW ABOLISHED signs...
...there arrived in Paris a Japanese youth. He intended to stay one month. Not until last week did he get ready to go home. Meantime he had become a famed, much-pointed-out Parisian. "There goes Tsugoharu Foujita, the artist." His departure was such news in Paris that he felt sure his arrival in Japan would be a national event. Cockily chatting to reporters, last week, he compared the Tokyo he left with the Tokyo he would...
...something in his eyes." Ruth Avery, living next-room in London's poverty-stricken Roper's Row, was "a dusky thing, far darker than he was-slim and sensitive . . . not smiling her face had a mute, apprehensive sadness." Yet to Ruth, as to all persons, Hazzard felt unfriendly, not only because he thought his lameness set him apart, but because all social feelings were at a very low ebb in him. He felt all alone when his mother died-alone and on the downgrade of despair, until Ruth, sacrificing their reputations and her job, went to keep house...