Word: forwards
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...audience, which then permitted him to finish his speech-which he did hastily. Like many another resident of this city, I came away from the meeting with a deep sense of shame that an honest and sincere public official could not give to a Philadelphia audience a straight forward account of certain phases of the public business-even if it was not thrillingly interesting-without being subjected to such indignities. W. BROOKE GRAVES...
...President Portes Gil and U. S. Ambassador Dwight Whitney Morrow. Returning home late at night, Lieutenant Bolanos saw some rough-looking men pasting up posters insulting to the President and the Ambassador. Lieutenant Bolanos went home and told his father. They returned to the scene, remonstrated. Aviator Bolanos rushed forward and attempted to wrest the offensive posters from one of the men. The billsticker drew a pistol and shot him dead. Despite the sacrifice of Aviator Bolanos, police next morning discovered hundreds of insults to Ambassador Morrow pasted about the city...
...Then he turns to the other side of the confessional, hesitates, says three "Our Fathers" and three "Hail Marys," and growls to the drunk: "Step lively there; this is King and Yonge. Do you want to go past your stop?" The drunk lumbers off. The priest looks forward to a sleepless night...
Among the outstanding Harvard players in today's game will be J. R. Bland '31 who made the All-American team last fall. A. M. Stollmeyer '30, captain and strong defense man, W. D. Vogel '30, and H. H. Broadbent '32, who was a fast forward on the Freshman team. E. J. Grover '31, is the only other player from the University squad, the remainder of the group being Freshman...
...sailors lifted the coffin, carried it cautiously down the green-carpeted gangplank, through the purple-and-black draped pier to a black caisson drawn by six horses. As if freighted with the sorrow of two nations, the casket became unmanageably heavy. In 30 hands it swayed perilously. Others leaped forward and with much straining helped to hoist it into position on the caisson. Bands took up the doleful beat of a funeral march. Soldiers, sailors and citizens, the cortege moved east through old Chelsea. To the curbs from tenements and factories packed workingmen, old men, shawled grandmothers, women with babies...