Word: hydes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Roosevelt rise to the occasion and deliver proof of his freedom from the taint of demagogy will be sadly enlghtened by this, the latest evidence of the justice of that charge. The revealing experience of a long presidential campaign has not dealt kindly with the squire of Hyde Park. The efficient executive who was once regarded as a progressive, strong official has shown himself, on this occasion at least, a man who appeals to partisan passions by platitudes, by stirring quotations,-in short, a demagogue. If Mr. Roosevelt hopes ever to grace the White House he must display...
When S. S. President Coolidge docked in Honolulu, Collector of the Port Mrs. Jeannette Hyde seized a case of beer, a case of wine belonging to Passenger Sir Ellice Victor Sassoon, potent British banker. Fined $150. Sir Victor said: "It was really funny, being hauled in by a woman. I was frightfully embarrassed ... I had no idea that I was busting any of your jolly old United States laws...
...road, pointed at the hospital and said, 'This is where I had my operation.' " "Hrrumph!" said the Worshipful Frederick North. "Let me understand you, Miss Harris. The girl and the Scotsman were in a park opposite St. George's Hospital. That would of course be Hyde Park, and it is his premise that the girl be shown the actual scar on his person while he actually showed her St. George's Hospital?" Miss Harris nodded. The Worshipful Frederick pondered for some time. "I don't think I ever heard a joke with less joke...
This able peer was never so happy as when pushing through Hyde Park in a pram his infant son, the Hon. Timothy John Radcliffe Barnes, now grown big enough to toddle. Defending Prince George against literary scoffers, Baron Gorell, a partner in the publishing house of John Murray, cried: "We should all heartily back the stand taken by His Royal Highness. I am told, moreover, that interest in what we used to call...
...straight mile of tanbark along the southern edge of Hyde Park, is as sacred to British horsemen as Shakespeare's tomb is to poets, Westminster to statesmen. It is the King's Road (the name is a British attempt to pronounce Route du Rois), the path that ancient sovereigns took when they rode from Westminster to hunt in the royal forests. Here Queen Victoria used to drive in her barouche, smiling grimly under her swivel-topped black parasol. Here King George takes his genteel canters. Here the morning sun shines on the finest horses, the best cut breeches...