Word: ladders
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Sued for Separation, Graham McNamee, radio announcer, "talking reporter" for Universal Newsreel; by Mrs. Josephine Garrett McNamee; in Manhattan. They eloped in 1921 (by means of a ladder) after a romance which began when they sang together in a concert at Bronxville, N. Y. Announcer McNamee said the separation was not by mutual consent, did not know what the charges were...
Going past the stand, Boys Howdy and Prince D'Amour were in front, Ladder, Sweep All and The Mongol bunched behind. Ladder took the lead at the half-mile. In the back stretch, with the jockeys' backs profiled above the rail like mechanical rabbits, Sweep All moved up and passed Ladder. Twenty Grand saved his speed for the last half-mile. George Ellis who had brought a Negro jockey all the way from Baltimore so he could rub his head for luck, was up on Mate. He and Kurtsinger drew their whips at the same time coming into...
Last week Lydia Southard, ten years older but no less fascinating to men, escaped from the penitentiary. Other women prisoners played a phonograph and sang loudly while she filed the bars of her cell, sneaked out to the yard. There she dug up a ladder, fabricated for her in the prison blacksmith shop by love-struck convicts and buried by an infatuated guard. She nimbly scaled the wall, let herself down the other side by a blanket rope. Waiting in an automobile to carry her away, prison officials believed, was one David Minton, a recently paroled prisoner who had fallen...
...Mate, three-year-old chestnut, owned by A. C. Bostwick: the Preakness at Pimlico, beating Mrs. Payne Whitney's Twenty Grand by a length and a half, with Ladder, an outsider, third, and Equipoise, second choice and winter book favorite for the Kentucky Derby, fourth. Twenty Grand and Equipoise took each other out of the race at the clubhouse turn when both tried to go through the same hole along the rail...
Just before the attack was to start a tiny fishing launch shot out from Funchal pier with a large white flag flapping from its flagstaff. As it neared the Carvalho Araujo the cabin opened. Out stepped Rt. Rev. Antonio Emmanuele Pereira Ribeiro, Bishop of Funchal, swaying unsteadily. A rope ladder was dropped. Hand over hand, up went His Reverence, his purple silk skirts flapping about his legs, to plead for the cessation of all hostilities, but Commandante Correia locked himself in his cabin...