Word: forecasts
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Today is an important day in Forecast annals. Up to this point there has been nothing really worthy of my talents. Picking winners has been as easy as prognosticating the presidential election. Send a stamped, addressed envelope, by the way, and I'll give you the inside dope on any state. Wall Street friends have asked me to make no public announcement for fear of the effect it would have on the market. Joe, Junior, saucy little brat, asks me to make it clear I mean the stock market and not the second hand fruity market...
Another appearance of the peerless prognosticator, Joe Forecast...
...Forecast is injured! Word arrived to this effect late yesterday evening from coastguards near Old Point Comfort. The telegram reads: "Harvard Crimson stop have in custody two men stop have given name of Forecast stop found floating in bay on empty cases stop elder in serious condition claims foul play by betting ring stop have asked us to communicate with you stop please advise. Sergeant Curdle, Coast Guard...
News of such a grave nature was not altogether unexpected. Attempts on the life of Joseph Forecast have been made in the past. Curb commissioners and agents of betting brokers have vowed that his activities will not continue. For three years, the gallant Forecast has battled grimly against the odds opposing him. His public has not gone unadvised. More than once he has been assisted from a Boston or Chelsea gutter bearing the marks of conflict. A week later his predictions have amazed gridiron thousands. There's no stopping...
Over the fields a stranger approached. She shaded her eyes with a hand and saw that he wore a black frock coat. His walk was diffident as well as awkward. She waited for him to come close. And her eyes widened as the ill forecast of his roundabout phrases became intelligible. Her brother, the great, the famed, the honorable, the revered Dr. Hideyo Noguchi was dead. She put her hands to her face and cried. Her spade fell over into the clods...