Word: hills
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Observed pungent Winston Churchill, immediate predecessor of Philip Snowden as Chancellor of the Exchequer: "To ask a British Socialist Government to ... put its funds into solvency is like asking a fish to climb a hill. That is not what he is for; he is not made that way. . . . Lax and lavish expenditure on the Dole . . . is good electioneering...
News of another strange medicament last week came from White Plains, N. Y. For ten years John M. Hill, warden of the Westchester County Jail at White Plains, kept a white-feathered Japanese silky rooster, a long-tailed fowl with a bluish skin, rare in the U. S. (current value $100). The rooster's name was Murphy. He disliked women, would peck at their legs, would win poultry show prizes...
Last week Warden Hill gave Murphy a bath. Instead of letting the bird dry slowly in the sun, the man decided to try a new method and save time by shaking him first. Explained the warden: "I took him out of the sun and shook him and the water came off in a sprinkle. I shook him some more, rather violently. Then I laid him down in the sunshine on a high window ledge to dry. I think the shaking must have made him dizzy, because he rolled off the ledge and broke his neck...
Murphy died, was buried, his grave marked with a stone. Warden Hill gloomed. For 1) John Davison Rockefeller had given him the rooster, and 2) eggs from Murphy's family of five Japanese hens brought Warden Hill $5 apiece from poultry fanciers. But there were other buyers of those eggs, at whose stealthy purpose the White Plains prison keeper occasionally hinted, as though he were the purveyor of a witch's stew. With Murphy dead, the master revealed his secret commerce. The revelation raised a great guffaw among those who had any sound knowledge of medicine. For, according...
Marie's few servant friends did what they could for her; now & then a man helped her after blackmailing her into submission; but there was nothing but a little time between her and the bottom of the hill. Her baby was born at a charity hospital and lived long enough to break her heart by dying. At the end Marie found the Seine more comfortable than the boulevards...