Word: lawns
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...jailed last week. He was first reported to have beaten an aged white man, later to have attempted to attack a white girl. A mob of several hundred broke into the county jail, hanged George Smith, lynchee No. 3 for the year, from a tree on the courthouse lawn. Clad in the uniform of the bottling plant for which he worked, George Smith hung in the tree all afternoon while a crowd chanted: "There'll be a bonfire in the old town to-night...
Last week the U. S. Lawn Tennis Association picked a team for the Davis Cup match with Mexico next month: Wilmer Allison, member of two previous Davis Cup teams; towheaded, 19-year-old Sidney B. Wood Jr.; strong, swart Francis X. Shields, 20. J. B. Adoue Jr. is the non-playing captain. He was picked because he is an experienced player and because he lives in Dallas, Tex., so that it will be easy and cheap for him to get to Mexico. National Champion John Doeg was not picked because he announced that he could not take time off from...
...year ago next week, the blackened bodies of 322 prisoners lay on the lawn of the Ohio State Penitentiary at Columbus. They had been asphyxiated or roasted to death in the nation's most grisly prison holocaust (TIME, April 28). A hundred feet away from the lawn is the institution's death house, where felons are mortally burned in another fashion. To this dread place, last week, two inmates serving long terms for robbery begged to be sent speedily. These two convicts were known as Clinton ("Cotton") Grate and Hugh Gibbons. They confessed to firing the prison...
Revivalist Rider staggered out on the lawn, wavered to his knees. There he lifted up his voice in a hoarse prayer for his assailant's forgiveness. Then he staggered to his car, where his wife was waiting. A little while later, in a hospital, he was dead...
...list of unsung heroes, such as the man who first ate a spear of asparagus, the Vagabond would like to add the name of that worthy who yesterday braving the derisive glances of passers-by and all unmindful of the blustering west wind, pushed a lawn-mower resolutely across the sodden greensward of Dunster House. A week of balmy weather, a brace of robins, a succession of hour exams, these are the signs which are supposed to usher in the springtime season, but the Vagabond has too often been misled by such fickle prophets in the past. With a rather...