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Crash went a massive Stewart fist upon the table. "No, Sir!" he shouted. "Except what appears on the face of it. If you are intimating by that that I ever made a dollar out of it personally you are absolutely mistaken...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CORRUPTION: Old Oil | 2/13/1928 | See Source »

During a performance of Otello, President Insull of the Chicago Civic Opera was accosted by one Charles W. King, a wild-eyed fellow who shook his fist and babbled threats "for the way he'd treated Lorna Doone Jackson."*Courteously President Insull listened, took Mr. King's arm, walked with him down the foyer to the manager's office, apparently to give him better chance to air his grievances. There he turned him over to detectives, who ordered him to a psychopathic hospital where doctors found him insane...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Chicago Notes | 11/21/1927 | See Source »

...curse and sat up angry and bewildered. Soon his companion did likewise; the two stared at each other with alarm and annoyance, for the air was full of strange noises. Whistles, sirens, funnels, horns, bells, squealers, filled the morning with a troublesome cacophony. Suddenly one bargee shook his fist: "It's that lazy bum Walker," the bargee said, "now he's back!" "Yes, the loafer," said the other bargee. Then both bargees moved into a shady place on the deck, for it was a hot September forenoon, and returned to somnolence...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: POLITICAL NOTES: Return of the Native | 10/10/1927 | See Source »

...vicinity of the London Stock Exchange, prowled a pickpocket. Soon he espied an old gentleman, walking solo. "Easy money," he grinned and sidled up behind. Then, drawing up abreast, his nimble fingers felt for the oldster's watch. Instanter a bony fist hit him a resounding thwack on the jaw and he went reeling into the roadway...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Foreign News: Octogenarian Thwack | 10/10/1927 | See Source »

...enough?" Dullards sniggered, smart alecks frowned, Teacher Carroll made her face look stern. "You come with me, William Albertson, right now," said she. Out in the hall she seized William Albertson, shook his slouching shoulders with vigor. William Albertson, ruffled and ashamed, said "Let me go"; then with his fist he bashed Teacher Carroll's nose. When she screamed with pain and rage, teachers and pupils rushed into the hallway. Soon five policemen in blue coats ran through the door, the children ran back into their classrooms to sit primly at their desks, William Albertson ran home crying. Later...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Education: Education | 9/26/1927 | See Source »

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