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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...ferries out of Milwaukee for Grand Haven had not reached her destination with a crew of 52. Two days later lake steamers sighted empty life boats, mattresses, the upper part of a ship's cabin. They picked up bodies strapped in lifebelts stenciled S. S. Milwaukee. Then they found the body of the Milwaukee's captain, Robert McKay, lake sailor for 35 years...
...From Lake Superior came S. 0. S. signals. Henry Ford's lumber barge Lake Frugality and the steamer Chicago were both driven aground. Their crews clambered off unharmed. Lake Frugality's crew debarked on the mainland, but Chicago's crew of 32, less lucky, found themselves on a desolate island. Faced with starvation, seven of them straggled nine miles through a bramble-clogged swamp to an Indian settlement. The Indians peeled off their ice-caked clothing, gave them food, but stolidly refused to try to reach their derelict companions. Not until four days later, when the seas...
Returning via Key West from a Caribbean junket two years ago, Chicago's Congressman M. Alfred Michaelson was allowed "free entry" for ponderous baggage, which, on investigation, was found to contain kegged gallons of rum, bottled quarts of strong liquors. A U. S. judge at Key West harkened to the Congressman's plea that the liquor belonged to his brother-in-law Walter Gramm. Congressman Michaelson was exonerated (TIME, May 20). Last week another U. S. judge at Key West accepted Brother-in-law Gramm's plea of guilty, fined him $1,000 and costs...
...make $100,000,000. Two years ago a jury tried Fall and Doheny on practically the same evidence for conspiracy to defraud the U. S. That jury acquitted them. This time the jury had to judge, independent of Doheny, Fall's intent in receiving this cash. It found his intent criminal, the cash a bribe...
...great. Inebriates are of course familiar to the stage, but the antics of most of them seem like distorted mummery beside Mr. O'Connell's gentle and imaginative euphoria. As a chubby, post-War wastrel at a houseparty in Barbizon (just outside Paris) he may be found continuing his perennial search for a champagne in which the bubbles go down instead of up, and ever so politely inquiring, "Did you ever feel as though you had a live trout inside you?" Most of the stories he tells are ridiculous, dipsomanianecdotes but one, which begins like the rest...