Word: fronts
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...nine weeks of his vacation, President Coolidge has not made a single public utterance. It was once thought that to carry on a successful "front porch" campaign, it was necessary to have Rotary Clubs, Elks, Boy Scouts, Better Voters' Leagues, come and sit on the lawn. Then the officeholder or office-seeker would make a speech to them which would be broadcast through the land. But this summer, Mr. Coolidge has hit upon a new method of influencing the public-and a clever one too. His scheme has two essentials...
Last week I had a big field day. In Chicago they had a wonderful parade, just on account of me. I left the Hotel Bismarck, climbed in a truck. In front of me was at boisterous brass band which kept playing "How Dry I Am." Beside me rode my daddy, like Pompey returning to Rome in triumph. In case you do not know him, my daddy is a nice old man-rather chubby and rather bald-has name is George E. Brennan [Democratic nominee for Senator from Illinois (TIME...
...street, had his nerve with him." More tranquil, the Republican New York Evening Post remarked: "The place for the newspaper to try to influence public opinion is on its editorial page. It may be its duty to express the hope that the rumor it prints on its front page will prove to be false, but it is equally its duty to print the rumor...
...days come back. Then his brows blacken in a manner unbecoming to the hero of a sentimental cinema; his body, muscled like a panther cat's, seems to ignite with malice, to burn and flash; then his fists reach out, savagely, lethally, to destroy the weaving shape in front of him and get revenge for something he has just remembered, a wrong done, a score that must be evened, something that happened to him long...
...theyr lyfe they be nothynge sure. . . ." The Cardinal Archbishop, settling his dalmatic more comfortably, arranged himself to listen, his small brown face screwed into a mask of naive anticipation. Nobody else moved. Behind him the burgesses of Salzburg listened respectfully; his Abbot sat upon his right; in front of him his four sturdy bastards awaited God's next word in a glitter of green and silver buckram. That was in the year . . . Nothing much had changed. Once more sunset powdered with golden dust the Cathedral Square of Salzburg; once more the monks looked down from their barred windows; once...