Word: haling
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...story tells of Bessie Hale, whom Booth, brilliant actor and darling of the gods, loved insanely, and who in turn loved Booth, under spring lilacs, "forever and forever." Bessie Hale married years later, but after Booth's departure she lived "a dead woman's life...
There was a ball one night in Washington whither Booth came late. Bessie Hale had dressed especially for him. She was watching, wondering. Meantime she waltzed to dreamy strains with a nice-looking young officer who was also, as many knew, an abject slave to her divinity. This was a tall lad, handsome, courtly. He had begged her hand time and again, receiving her refusals with cheery fortitude. Her parents preferred him to "the player." He used to send her stunning bouquets from the White House conservatory. He was President Lincoln's oldest son, Robert...
...This," said one who marked how Booth's blazing eyes fastened upon the broad blue shoulder of Captain Bob Lincoln and the delicious confiding form of Bessie Hale, "this is the fire of passion whipped high...
...Roosevelt's trust-busting lawyers. The young Congressman from Cincinnati, who came up to the White House and took away Roosevelt's elder daughter, is now Speaker of the House. And the great figures of the Senate?most of them have gone to their graves: Hanna, Penrose, Aidrich, Hale, Platt. How deeply the bitterness of some of Roosevelt's fights with them is buried. Cannon, retired far from the scene of legislative battles, remembers much, and Roosevelt's Cabinet? how diverse have been their fates. One sits as Chief Justice; another, Elihu Root, is dean of U. S. statecraft; another...
...Philadelphians. All they had got for their quarter was an unpromsing variant of Vanity Fair, with faithful reference to Michael Arlen in each of the first three leading articles, scattered mentions of Manhattan dramatic critics and their gathering place (the Hotel Algonquin), a theatre page by Ruth Hale...