Word: lions
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week, before Congress met, up rose the ancient of the Senate, William Edgar Borah, to thwart the Presidential will. The knife-witted old (74) Lion of Idaho, symbol of romantic Lost Causes, took to the radio to tell the U. S. that repeal of the embargo meant taking sides in Europe, therefore intervention, therefore U. S. involvement...
...side of the thinning-maned Lion came a wide variety of men. notable examples of how the great debate crossed party lines. To lead the group on the floor came Missouri's Bennett Clark, still remembering how his father, Speaker Champ Clark, fought and distrusted another World War President; Wisconsin's La Follette, North Dakota's Nye and Frazier,. Michigan's Vandenberg, Idaho's Clark, West Virginia's Holt, Washington's Bone, North Carolina's Reynolds, California's historic Isolationist Hiram Johnson...
First steam locomotive to run on any U. S. railroad was Delaware & Hudson's British-bought Stourbridge Lion, On Aug. 8, 1829,* the spindly monster, threatening to come apart at every trembling trestle, chugged some two miles along D. & H.'s Honesdale, Pa.-Carbondale line. D. & H. abandoned this line...
...Marsh became Winston Churchill's secretary at the Colonial Office. For Marsh it was love at first sight which he never got over. Soon Winston had Lion Hunter Marsh lion-hunting in Africa, although he would not trust Marsh with a gun until a wounded rhinoceros charged him (Churchill had shot it while it was sleeping). For days they traveled through the tropical vegetation where Lady Cromer's maid had once asked: "How long, my Lady, must we tarry in this shrubbery?" At Khartoum, Churchill's valet died. Writes Marsh: "I was grateful to him [Churchill] for his confidence...
Then the picket boat showed up. Marksman Peskin, his trigger-finger tensed, his eyes seeking the quarry, scrambled up the liner's Jacob's ladder, followed by the two guardsmen. By this time the lion, bored and weary, had curled up behind a divan, was peacefully snoozing. It was not the moment for the niceties of hunting etiquette. Marksman Peskin was taking aim, when the Amazone's Captain Nyhoff nervously reminded him that a luckless shot in the gunpowder magazine might blast them all to kingdom-come. Swallowing his professional pride, Marksman Peskin inched closer, then fired...