Word: lawns
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Snow Hill, the patrician estate of socialite J. W. Y. Martin outside Baltimore, last week hawkers peddled rubber horses, balloons, trinkets. Three-card monte games flourished on the lawn in front of the pink colonial mansion. Bookmakers Saratoga Joe, Honest Dan and three-score of their colleagues, forbidden to ply their trade this year, milled around in the crowd, furtively held up their odds on inconspicuous little pasteboard cards. It was the day of the Maryland Hunt Cup race and 15,000 of the Eastern Seaboard's horsy folk, arriving by train, plane, auto and old-fashioned buggy, gathered...
From Mr. Martin's front lawn, which forms a natural grandstand for the race in the valley below, the crowd watched the seven starters charge over the first jump, held its breath as they reached the third, known as the Union Memorial Fence.* After that dreaded obstacle was surmounted without mishap, a roar thundered through the lush valley. Blockade was in the lead, Coq Bruyere far behind. Fencing perfectly and lightning fast on the flat, Blockade clung to his lead. Not until the 18th jump did Coq Bruyere challenge. They took the last fence neck & neck. Then...
...whom he had to pay $30,000 ransom. When he was renominated last year, he started to "accept" before the council had actually elected him, set Mary to laughing (see cut). Last week he tried to laugh off his unfunny predicament by telling an inquiring reporter how the McElroy lawn was doing. Boss Tom himself ordered his councilmen to fall in with Mayor Smith. Object: to convince the Missouri Legislature that Kansas City could disinfect itself without further aid from Governor Lloyd C. Stark, who favors a bill to give the State control of the Pendergast police department...
...Ndola, Northern Rhodesia, a tea party on the Provincial Commissioner's lawn was interrupted by a wild baboon. The guests fled and he finished their pastry, picked some flowers, disappeared. Same night the pleased baboon returned, rang the doorbell hopefully, was shot...
...like to go to Washington to visit my Grandfather. And see him when he opens the House with prayer. I have rolled Easter eggs on the White House lawn and I am just nine years...