Word: fortnights
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...discovered that the grave of Richard, first Viscount Haldane of Cloan, Scottish statesman buried last fortnight (TIME, Aug. 20), had been opened during the night. A man was found asleep in a corner of the graveyard. Investigation identified him as the stranger who had momentarily halted Lord Haldane's funeral in London to protest. He explained that he was a spiritualist, said Lord Haldane was not dead, that he had a message for him. The man has been arrested...
...chef was the Rev. John Roach Straton, blatant Manhattan pulpiteer, who characterized Governor Smith, last fortnight, as "the deadliest foe in America today of the forces of moral progress and true political wisdom." Challenged to debate the charge in his own Calvary Baptist Church (TIME, Aug. 20), Pulpiteer Straton weasled, tried to shift the scene to local amphitheatres. But Nominee Smith declined to make a public show. He wrote: "The answer to my request to appear in your church before your parishioners ... is yes or no." Pulpiteer Straton answered: "Emphatically and unchangeably yes." But he meant "no," he would...
...which, although never declared (see France), was nonetheless hotly fought. Indeed, the L-55, a ship of 1,150 tons, is almost as large as the recently raised U.S. submarine S-4 (TIME, Dec. 26), and twice as large as the Italian F14, sunk and raised last fortnight. Soviet technicians added to the jollification by announcing that the Red sailors' prize is in sufficiently good condition 'to be made serviceable, seaworthy, deadly. Citizens of the British Commonwealth of Nations were hopefully and confidently doubtful that the L55 will ever sink a British ship...
Time was when the world of Paris fashions would have trembled at such an edict from the powerful Poiret. But the maker of modes confessed himself outmoded when, a fortnight ago, he lamented: "I am no longer necessary. ... I shall leave the Paris which is no longer the Paris I have known. I shall solace myself in an old chateau surrounded by fairy-like gardens...
Siamese Twins. No one would suppose Terry Turner, a fat and smirking Broadwayfarer, to be an exploiter of monstrosity. Yet such is part of his profession. The Hilton twins, Siamese ones, who live in Texas, owe their fame and vaudeville contracts especially to him. Last fortnight this press-agent for Loew's Vaudeville Circuit turned his talents on another female pair, the Gibb twins, Mary and Margaret, joined since birth and recent members of a Coney Island freak museum. Very discreetly, he let it be known in newspaper offices that one of them was in love and that they...