Word: invalidity
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Lando's resultant activities were most distressing to another family group, headed by Salvo, a wealthy social climber, who prospered on unscrupulous control of Sicilian sulphur mines. Salvo had an insane wife, a jovial old-maid sister, and an invalid daughter, Dianella, of delicate charm. Having married off the old maid, sight unseen, to the prince, Lando's widowed father, Salvo, aspired to bind himself yet closer to the aristocratic Laurentanos by marrying Dianella to Lando...
Lord Cave. Lying invalid in his Somersetshire home of Burnham-on-Sea, George Viscount Cave, 72, felt his strength definitely impaired, last week, and executed in good time his resignation as Lord High Chancellor. The incumbent of this office is the highest civil subject in the land outside the royal family. He keeps the King's conscience, sits on the Woolsack as Speaker of the House of Lords, surmounts the pyramid of English judges, partakes of membership in the Cabinet, and performs such chores as standing guardian of all infants and lunatics...
...Throughout White Russia and the Polish Ukraine the police, acting apparently upon orders from Warsaw, declared invalid, for no valid reason, a majority of the party lists submitted in opposition to Sanatzia...
Last week, however, New Yorkers scowled at their Mayor when his invalid stomach was taken as a temperance text by Dr. Christian F. Reisner of the Chelsea Methodist Episcopal Church. With Mayor Walker's knowledge and permission, Dr. Reisner reported from his pulpit, and applauded, the following statement by Mayor Walker: "I drink neither champagne nor alcohol in any form, nor have I since last September. My health is very much better without it. Then, too, while I enjoyed the exhilarating high spots from alcoholic stimulants, the low spots of the next morning collected a heavy toll...
...small room in an English country house, famed Author Thomas Hardy lay sick in bed. Frail, 87, a little querulous in his talk, he still seemed unaccustomed to this invalid ease, the result of a chill he lad caught a month before. His hands, as thin and brown as claws, played nervously with the edge of his quilt. James Barrie came to talk to him; Hardy's peaked mournful face was turned sideways on its pillow, his voice seemed shrill and tired as he spoke to the writer who, with himself, shares the honor of being most respected...