Word: heart
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Taking this to heart, Secretary Roper began a complete reorganization of the Bureau. Assistant Directors Cone and Martin lost their titles, were "sent to Siberia"-Martin to "study airline operation" in South America, Cone in Europe. Made assistant director was famed Major Rudolph William ("Shorty") Schroeder, one of the few Bureau men whom everybody admires. Made director with sole authority was Dr. Fred Dow Fagg Jr., 40, head of the Air Law Institute of Northwestern University. A Wartime flyer, Fred Fagg has been the Bureau's legal expert for four years, has been on the payroll since last summer...
...wheel. The district attorney drove ahead, returned when he saw that the second car was not following. He found the detective staggering down the road, bleeding from a knife wound. Frank Monaghan was hauled to police headquarters for questioning. There that night he died, of "heart disease superinduced by acute alcoholism," according to the coroner's report...
...concert will begin at 8 o'clock. The program is as follows: "Awake Thou Wintry Earth" by Bach; "O Domine Jesu Christi" by Des Pres; "Fire, Fire, My Heart" by Morley; two Italian folk songs, "Canto di Caccia" and, "Tu Mi Vuoi"; "Master, Ades Florum" by Carter; "Der Jager Abschied" and "Jagdlied" by Mendelsohn; "The Coronation Scene" from "Boris Godounov" by Moussorgsky; two choruses and a ballet from "Orpheus" by Gluck; "At Father's Door," a Russian folk song; and "The March of the Peers" from "Iolanthe" by Gilbert and Sullivan...
...with their feet. Robert Wadlow has no sensations of touch, pain or temperature in his feet. Says Dr. Humberd: "He is unaware of a wrinkle in his sock or a foreign body in his shoe until a blister, followed by an ulcer, is formed." His ears are oversize, his heart in proper proportion, genitalia small but normal...
...when the Trouble started. Old Mother Ireland and her woes meant little to him: his family were gentry and his childhood in Mayo and Dublin had been governess-guarded. But when the guns began to pop in Dublin's Easter Week rising, O Malley's heart told him that he was Irish too. He sneaked out of the house after dark, joined a pal who had a rifle, took turns firing at British rifle flashes. Soon he had joined the Irish Republican Army as a volunteer, left home for good. His governessy upbringing rubbed off fast...