Word: knifings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...White House, but Mrs. Hoover (acidic Helen Broderick) does not depart without telling Dolly Gann what she thinks of her, nor does she forget to strip the place of spoons, portraits, electric toasters and the radio aerial. John D. Rockefeller (Clifton Webb) totters after his son with a knife when he learns the family owns Radio City. Mahatma Gandhi (Mr. Webb in a sheet) plans a vaudeville act with Aimee Semple McPherson, in which the two sing a duet and execute an off-to-Buffalo. Mary of England learns that the Prince of Wales has misbehaved on a goodwill trip...
Engaged. Dorothy R. Fell, 20, daughter of the late John R. Fell, socialite sportsman and banker who died of a knife wound in Java last winter (TIME, March 6). and of Dorothy Randolph Fell Mills (wife of President Hoover's Secretary of the Treasury Mills); and Woolworth Donahue, 18, 5? & 10? heir (grandson...
With the French Government facing a staggering budgetary deficit of some six billion francs ($235,000,000 gold, $360,000,000 Roosevelt), knife-faced Finance Minister Georges Bonnet was as glum last week as Louis XV when that profligate and nearly bankrupt King was visited by the sly Venetian Adventurer Giovanni Casanova de Seingalt...
...dusk the Nourmahal rounded Manhattan Island, shoved its knife-edged nose through Hell Gate and out into Long Island Sound. By morning it was anchored in Fort Pond Bay near Montauk Point. Because the weather was drizzly, the President lazed about all day, reading, resting. The third day, wearing only a pair of duck trousers, he went off fishing on the sloop Orca under the guidance of bronzed, taciturn Captain Herman Gray, who used to take President Hoover out sailfishing in Florida. President Roosevelt & party got only some sea bass and porgies, no swordfish, no bluefish. one tuna. Remarked Captain...
...walked into the washroom. Just as I faced the basin and the wall someone struck me from behind and upon my turning three or four men covered me. I saw one strike at my head with a knife or something sharp and I ducked just so that it grazed my forehead. One man was blocking the door but I stumbled low through him and managed to wriggle clear. I felt blood coming down my face. . . . We have tried to find out the persons who did the ganging. ... I have been repeatedly threatened. I was lucky to have escaped...