Word: homebound
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...truck's tarpaulin, overturning the truck; whisked a woman's hoarded wealth out of her petticoat pocket; blew a painter out of his saddle high up in the cables of Brooklyn Bridge; blew the S. S. Deutschland broadside against the head of a Hudson River pier; blew homebound Warren S. Coyle's automobile off the road into a stone wall in New Jersey, killing Coyle...
...Mediaeval for rainy weather, especially on drenching evenings, and as the Vagabond trudged along, drawing himself bodily farther into the innermost warmth of his copious waterproof, he could not help exploring a trifle the grey depths of his youth. From faraway Massachusetts Avenue the groaning of a homebound orange street car was subdued by the nearer steady trickle of the penetrating downpour. From the obscurity on the right rose the indistinct shape of an old haunt of the Vagabond's, now glistening white, grey, and silver in the flickering glimmer of a neighborly lamp post...
...main highway, route 9W, from there to West Point will be restricted for the use of north bound cars going to the game. After the game is over, or from 4 to 7 o'clock, this road will be reserved for the cars leaving West Point, thus accommodating the homebound traffic...
...Folger, insurance man, is San Francisco's favorite amateur entertainer. So well-loved is he that his friends recently gave him a business and a secretary to run it for him. Last week he was homebound (via New Orleans) on a coast-to- coast roundtrip given him by the Family Club, a San Francisco comity which each year bestows good things on some one. To Roy Folger they gave a transcontinental trip because he had never been out of California. He boarded an eastbound train and found that his own money was "no good" even to porters, dining car stewards...
...Editor Scott still talks of the time Woodrow Wilson traveled to Manchester to pay respects on his last visit to England. Not wealthy, he resides modestly in suburban Manchester, browses there among his books. Each day he bicycles to the office, waving to friends as they pass. On a homebound ride last week, after announcement of his resignation had been made, he carried in his pocket a message from his King, regretting his resignation, congratulating him on an achievement "which must surely be unique in the history of journalism...