Word: headedly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...will name the man I think is to blame. His name is Andrew W. Mellon. . . . I want to call the President's attention to the fact he has a responsibility over the head of Mr. Mellon and it is therefore up to him to remove Mr. Mellon and . . . to get a Smedley Butlerf or somebody like him who means to enforce...
...built in 1825. But today most of the inmates live in new cell blocks on the hill above the Hudson River. The sizeable cells are equipped with modern sanitary apparatus. In each is a desk and chair. At the head of each bed is a, radio headphone. Prison-wise felons would rather go "up the river" to Sing Sing than to other New York penitentiaries. Most famed Sing Sing inmate is Charles E. Chapin, onetime city editor of the New York World, serving 20 years as a wife-killer. He has charge of the prison bird house, cares for Sing...
Last week Texan Howe got some more publicity by attacking Texan White on a question of prime importance to all professional Texans, namely: What does a Texas rattlesnake do when you go to blow its head off with your six-shooter? Texan White had written, old-style, that the snake will follow the movement of the gun-muzzle so closely with its head that you cannot fail to hit the snake's head when you pull the trigger. Texan Howe experimented, fired many a shot at many a Crotalus adamanteus atrox, missed their heads again and again, then angrily...
...this glory, to which he is elected for a term of only one year, the Most Worshipful the Lord Mayor is expected to spend three times his salary of $50,000 in banquets, pageants, shows. The new Lord Mayor, round and smiling Sir William Waterlow (not Waterloo), joint head of the potent printing firm of Waterlow & Sons, Ltd., spent at least $25,000 of his "pay" last week...
...famed allegorical painter Cipriani, the Civic Coach is quite as imposing as the State Coach of George V. Six horses drew it. Seated on the festooned box was the splendiferous Lord Mayor's coachman, his fat calves gleaming in pink silk stockings, a plumed tricornered hat on his head, a gaudy rosette of ribbons in his buttonhole. From one window of the coach peeped the Civic Mace, out of the other stuck the Civic Sword. Along in glory on the back seat sat Most Worshipful Sir William, his robes of scarlet, black and gold, a cocked hat on his head...