Word: killed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...famed Hindu doctrine that thou shalt not kill even a bug-much less a human-was sensationally reinterpreted last week, by the potent ascetic, sage and saint, Mahatma Gandhi...
...they bury the hatchet? Mr. Howard, returning from a hunting trip in Wyoming, stopped off in Denver, talked with Mr. Bonfils. They talked, off and on, for nearly a week. Finally, each agreed to kill a newspaper. This leaves Denver with the Scripps-Howard Rocky Mountain News for its breakfast table and the Bonfils Post for its afternoon fare, with both for its Sunday picnic. The prices were raised by both publishers from 2? daily and 5? Sunday to 3? daily and 10? Sunday. The Rocky Mountain News added Associated Press service to its United Press service.* The Post added...
...kill or not to kill-Menelaus was distracted. Out came his knife and Helen smiled as poets have had her smile, until, hypnotized, he dropped it. But smiling might not always save her and Aithra mixed a potion that would bring forgetfulness and safety. Menelaus drank and Helen became for him a phantom he could love, one who had never sinned against him and his countrymen. He was happy for a moment, would start at once for home but Helen had her qualms. She remembered. So did all Greeks and again she appealed to Aithra and again Aithra made magic...
There Menelaus woke, distracted still. Helen was pure, but just a shadow Helen. The real one he had killed, just as he killed Paris, just as he would kill anyone who dared rest his eyes on her. Death, Helen decided, was better than a half-mad Menelaus who thought her just a shadow creature, and perhaps death would not come so long as she could smile. Packed away there was another potion that might restore him. Aithra warned her but she took no notice, clapped for wine and balsam and herself brewed the cup of quietude that proved...
...parts are badly taken; but Charles Bickford, as the flaring Macready, Horace Braham, as the less truculent, beseeching Capraro, and Sylvia Sidney, as the well-gowned and eventually hysterical fiancee of the former make you, as one shrill memuer of the audience remarked, wish to "go to Boston and kill a few people...