Word: hotly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...outstanding British journalist, the U. S. Christian Century's English correspondent, a regular contributor to the London Times. None knew better than he how busy the "international road," the press, is kept by the pagan deities in question. None knew better how Venus, having maddened or blessed some hot Italian poet, some Indian rajah or swart Turk, makes her swift progress from the harem or a Paris divorce court to U. S. breakfast tables. None knew better how religion might be jostled by Mammon, despatches from an ecumenical council vying for space with the details of a petroleum coup...
...Orleans, in hot August, was threatened with a streetcar strike. Workers and operators were deadlocked over a minor absurdity. The strike order was posted. City officials gnawed their lips and wondered warily how a tie-up would affect their political credit. Newspapers printed bulletins and pleaded editorially for a reconciliation; pleaded wisely, impartial and aloof, but without much effect, as is the way with newspapers. Then occurred an episode unusual to modern journalism. Away from his piled-up desk in Union Street strode Editor Marshall Ballard of the New Orleans Item-Tribune. Like any able editor, he had followed...
Last week Detective John Singer of Manhattan arrested a buck Negro for stealing a car, bought him some sandwiches and coffee, took him to Police Headquarters. It was hot. Officer Singer removed his coat, sat down to fill out the prisoner's pedigree card. Suddenly Negro Pierce snatched a revolver from Officer Singer's hip pocket, shot him three times to the death, escaped. One Kuku, a witness, was the only other person in the room. Later Murderer Pierce was captured in the Bowery after a taxicab chase. He told the police: "I shot the detective...
...Royal Highness, Edward of Wales, returned to London last week from Sandringham. Edward, speeding in a luxurious first class saloon car, knew not that Arthur J. ("Emperor") Cook, famed "red hot" Communist Secretary of the Coal Miners Federation, was riding a few cars behind, in a third class carriage. As the train drew in to Liverpool Street Station, Mr. Cook, facetious, bowed elaborately from his third class window as a cheer echoed for Edward of Wales. Queried "Emperor" Cook of scandalized newsgatherers: "Is this respect for the Prince or for the 'Emperor...
...ambitious graduate of the University of Pennsylvania, is discouraged, disillusioned, thoroughly seduced and debauched by a saffron sadist who curses her race tor its jealousy of "rising" members and its hypocritical renunciation ot "nigger" instincts. There is no health in the book, no humor. There is feverish color, hot animalism, degradation. Whether he has told the truth or not-and the glossary appended shows that he at least knows Negro language-jaded Author Van Vechten will, henceforth, probably avoid the headquarters of Negro self-betterment...