Word: lefts
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...average of 30 bodies were received each day. After six days the unburied bodies totalled 249. Cemetery officials hastily collected strikebreakers. Many of them, kept ignorant of the nature of the work, quit when they found out. One man, who went to the cemetery with a steam shovel, left when he discovered he was strikebreaking. But 150 willing breakers dug 200 foot ditches to receive the caskets when the cemetery vaults (capacity 600) should be full...
...grizzled old man of 71 walked slowly down the steps of Charlestown (Mass.) State Prison, looking neither right nor left at staring crowds. He wore a grey baggy suit, a flannel shirt, a soft cap, carried a small paper package. His face was set in hard, unhappy lines. He spoke to no one, as he climbed into a Ford sedan, cringed down in its back seat. The car carried him out of the prison yard for the first time in 43 years...
...home. Meantime he had become a famed, much-pointed-out Parisian. "There goes Tsugoharu Foujita, the artist." His departure was such news in Paris that he felt sure his arrival in Japan would be a national event. Cockily chatting to reporters, last week, he compared the Tokyo he left with the Tokyo he would...
...sank. St. Peter's lofty contours slowly cast shadows over the throng. When the seminarians had all left the church there were silver trumpetings from the portico. Over the singing and stir of thousands, boomed the bells of Rome, echoing from the Seven Hills. A confusion of shouting arose: "Viva il Papa! Viva il Papa!" Down the steps tramped the Swiss Guards with glittering breastplates and halberds, down strolled a vivid mass of ecclesiasts. Two long rows of Cardinals followed, dressed in scarlet, heads bent, hands clasped in prayer...
Behind them came the Pope Who Left the Vatican, Pius XI. He was riding?a minute figure almost immersed in a white mantle. Bareheaded because of the heat, he gazed fixedly at the Host. Around him strode a jeweled assemblage. Above him waved a velvet canopy of scarlet and gold which dispersed thick spirals of incense rising from argent censers. Behind him swayed two giant ostrich fans. As the podium was borne through the colonnade, the mass of heads turned, the air quivered with the clangor of bells, the shouts were hoarse and deafening: "Viva il Papa! Viva il Papa...