Word: flowers
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...story is fabricated around the fabulous adventures of Barbara Frietchie, who falls in love with Captain Trumbull, a "damn Yankee." For the purposes of the plot Barbara is transformed from the elderly dame of "shoot if you must this old gray head" fame to a winsome flaxen-haired flower of the South. Needless to say, her father opposes the marriage, sah, in which opinion he is supported by all the lads and lassies of the town who vilify Barbara as traitor, overlooking the fact that among their number are many able bodies young fellows who spend their time lounging around...
...Baker) was ice cream. . . . Changed to old shirt and work trousers, left off hat, coat and waistcoat, rolled up workshirt sleeves and fell to cutting cornstalks in the garden. Carried the corn stalks in armfuls to his vacant side lot. (The stalks were later to be spread on flower beds for winter coverage). Forked up large clods in the back garden with a spading fork. No blisters resulted, his hands being used to such work. . . . Dressed to receive his lawyer-friend John H. Clarke, onetime (1916-24) Associate Justice of the U. S. Supreme Court. They talked League of Nations...
There began then an uproar in the U. S. press such as can scarcely be imagined in these days when even the finest flower of the clergy cannot presume to the importance which then belonged to Henry Ward Beecher. The parishioners of Plymouth Church supported their leader, who before a court met specific charges of adultery with a stupid sarcasm. Finally after 112 days of trial, Mr. Beecher's jury disagreed and he was allowed to go free. There was, however, little disagreement in the minds of the public. For the name of the greatest preacher since St. Paul...
...save her sight. . . . Meanwhile the Manhattan hotel has a bill of $500 hanging over her head. The cafeteria refuses further credit. It is only too evident that the world knows her no longer as Dear Little Buttercup but sees in her broken body only the dust of a withered flower that has been inconveniently blown into its midst...
...friend but yielded to the temptation of a $10,000 reward set by the State of Missouri for Jesse's capture or extermination. A lyricist of the day wrote: Why did they kill him thus so sudden? Why pin on him Death's awful lance? Why pluck the flower just in its budding? Why didn't they give poor Jesse a chance...