Word: howe
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...route lay through Fall River where the President paid tribute to its native son, his late friend and No. 1 Secretary Louis McHenry Howe. At Fairhaven the President lunched with his mother who had opened the old Delano house for the occasion. From this strictly family party, Governor Curley and other politicians were excluded. There Secret Service men put their foot down, decreed that automobile racing must cease, wired ahead to Boston to call out the National Guard to keep the route clear. At every stop, there were big crowds, mill hands who had demanded and got holidays...
...Harvard lineup: g., Merrill; r.f., Deakin; l.f., Doughty; r.h., Rousmaniere; e.h., Scully; l.h., Fernald; r.e., Halstoad; r.f., Howe, Johnson; c., Mendel; l.i., White; l.e., Page...
...group were grease-stained, speedway-trained U. S. professionals whose big, fast cars lacked the transmissions and brakes needed for road racing. In the other group were seasoned road racers like Italy's Count Antonio Brivio and Tazio Nuvolari, England's Hon. Brian Lewis and Lord Howe. For their cars, designed for up-&-downhill, cross-country racing, level curves were a minor problem...
...puzzle to Europe's aristocratic race drivers, they were a vexing riddle to Roosevelt Race way. Accustomed to building up bogus socialites, the Raceway's energetic press agents betrayed their lack of practice in dealing with real ones by describing Francis Richard Henry Penn Curzon, 5th Earl Howe, onetime Member of Parliament and Aide-de-camp to the late George V, with redundant emphasis, as "Lord" Earl Howe. Inheritor of a fabulous for tune for which a legal dispute that is still going on was sufficiently sensational a century ago to inspire Charles Dickens to write Bleak House...
...editor of the Living Age and Howe is an editor and publisher. Jackson is a former Washington newspaper man, who was associated with the Agricultural Adjustment Administration in its early days...