Word: lights
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...voice belonged to Cornelius Kingsley Garrison Billings, who had been president of the Peoples' Gas Light & Coke Co. before Samuel Insull. It is not surprising that Mr. Billings had a slightly different opinion than Mr. Rosenwald. The two men are as unlike as their homes. Julius clings to a ghost of the old South Side; Cornelius stayed in Chicago long enough to be a director of the World's Columbian Exposition, then went away to build palaces on Manhattan, to sail yachts into Constantinople, to breed horses in Virginia...
...saying: 'Here is your money and it is stolen.' I remained as though made of stone. What was I to do to him? Kill him? What did I do to him? Nothing. Why? Because I was hungry and had no shoes. I had worn a pair of light boots to pieces on the building stones which had lacerated both my hands and the soles of my feet. Almost barefooted I went to an Italian's shop and bought myself a pair of shoes, hobnailed in mountaineer's style. I packed off, and on the next morning...
...girls crouching in their hotel bed. "Excuse me, I'm no burglar; it's a bet." The girls, breathing rapidly, blushed furiously. The voice was so pleasant. "I wagered $400," continued the mask, "that I would enter your room. If you'll turn out the light. . . ." Suddenly collecting herself, one of the girls snapped the switch, "I'll go." A black shape glided out the window; the two girls lay whispering for hours. In the morning, a house detective found a velvet mask, a revolver, in the trunk of one Eric Nelson, British, in the cubicle...
...Artagnan of the Air." None shot down more planes than he, either during one day (6 for Fonck, with but 10 bullets each) or during the whole war (75 for Fonck, the first 32 without permitting a single bullet-hole in his own plane). His long light hair lies smoothly on his broad Alsatian forehead. His hands are quick, eyes alert, his whole body in the fighting trim that he believes is essential to flying in peace or war. Now, of course, he wears civilian clothes, but his military smartness still crops out, as when press photographers caught...
...late Mitchell Mark. The venture was a penny arcade. Marcus Loew has turned that penny arcade into 350 theatres. "A Loew House in Every Town," his employes proudly proclaim - and the boast is true, or very nearly. Every evening, as twilight blows westward across the continent, the light of countless theatrical facades prick out his name in lights like little yellow dollars. "Loew" they twinkle, "Loew" they wink; they seem to be calling him, and for a while Marcus Loew responded by dashing perpetually from one to another. Then, tired of Pullman cars, he bought, for a million dol lars...