Word: grave
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Sirs: I note that Mr. J. H. Landers of Temple, Tex., has called your hand about the height of skyscrapers; reminded you that the omission of the Amicable Building at Waco, Tex., was a grave one. Mr. Landers might have related an amusing quip well known in the Southwest. It is told that a gentleman from Shreveport or Tulsa (the old chronicles are not explicit) was made acquainted with a Waconian. "So you're from Waco, are you?" he drawled. "Yes suh, thass right," agreed the Waconian. "And may I ask, suh. what floor do you live on?" wisecracked...
...screams of mock-horror when the Devil popped from a trapdoor, careened fiendishly over the stage, diabolically swished a crimson tail. Then the audience commented on the beauty of the setting when, as the Cathedral in the background was streaked with soft shadows, Everyman prepared to climb into his grave, pathetically imploring...
...first race the outlandish Swedish knockabout Bachante, gathered her big spinnaker full of wind and kited away from the German yacht Kickerle, and the U. S. Tipler III, to win with a record margin of over 21 min. U. S. yachtsmen looked puzzled, German yachtsmen muttered grave gutturals. In the second and third races, Bachante readily repeated her first victory, thus cinching the Corinthian Yacht Club cup and the Marblehead trophy. Said a U. S. yachtsman wistfully: "We are glad that the Swedes won the big cup, but we are more grateful for what they have shown...
Stanley Zasadzdniski dug many a grave. He rose through the dead to be, aged 42, a foreman in huge Calvary Cemetery, New York City. Two weeks ago he and some 300 fellow gravediggers stopped digging, struck for higher wages (TIME, Aug. 12). If Foreman Zasadzdniski had dug just one more grave, for himself, he would have been just in time. Last week he was shot dead in the graveyard as he lead strikers against a busload of strikebreakers...
...more forcibly on Capital than on Labor. The striking spinners and weavers were not watching economic trends last week. Mostly they acted as though the strike were a holiday. Thousands swarmed merrily down to seaside resorts, splashed, dived, basked. It was in the stuffy offices of Lancashire mills that grave-faced executives sweated over the risk of crippling sales losses abroad...