Word: lovingly
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Simpson holy deadlocked, and on Dec. 10 His Majesty decided to abdicate. On Dec. 14 the knob-headed little intervener moved to withdraw his intervention. He was in court last week to explain his series of actions - so suggestive of a successful effort to bamboozle an overwrought man in love, especially since knob-head Stephenson plies the trade of managing clerk in a firm of London lawyers whose important clients unquestionably sided with the Rt. Hon. Stanley Baldwin...
When I heard His Majesty's final words -'I cannot carry on without the woman I love-I realized I still had respect tor him. ... I had enough loyalty left for Edward to let me cease doing anything that might annoy...
Vexed because the rich Los Angeles broker who had furtively married her took his mother, instead of her, to a party last New Year's Eve, emotional Helen Wills Love, 31, went to the party anyway, shot Mr. Love dead. Mrs. Love's arrest, indictment and trial turned out to be the midwinter sensation of Southern California. She was amply photographed kissing her late husband in his coffin, and during the trial one of the women jurors was removed for habitually getting drunk on liquor which she hid in the women's toilet. Fortnight ago, the other...
...judge prepared to sentence Helen Love to from seven years to life in prison, she returned to her cell, told a jail matron: "I can sit in this chair, or lie down on this bed and kill myself by strength of will power." So saying, she selected the bed, went into a fit of sulks so profound that half a dozen solemn psychiatrists could not even agree on a name for it, variously calling it "hysterical fugue," "split personality," "dementia praecox," "triumph of the subconscious," "self-imposed hypnosis," "voluntary stupor...
Physicians stuck pins into Helen Love and slapped her face without getting response. A practical prosecutor suggested dousing her with cold water, but the doctors forbade that on the ground that the shock might kill her. Helen Love's brother helpfully recalled that soft, classical music had once brought her out of a similar fit. But none was available in the Los Angeles jail. Then a dapper psychiatrist named Dr. Samuel Morris Marcus took a hand. He rubbed the woman's eyelids, tickled her behind the ears. That caused her to twitch, to murmur: "Don't, Harry...