Word: madnesses
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...French were mad at Marie-Adélaïde, claimed that she was pro-German because she had received the Kaiser at tea. Toward the end of the war stories about Luxembourg's high-spirited young ruler began to circulate in the Grand Duchy, and the Luxembourgeois, who were hungry and broke and sick of the Germans, believed many of them. There were riots in Luxembourg City as the Germans retreated across the Moselle and the French started to move in. Pershing beat them to it, and for a while in 1918 Luxembourg was under the protection...
...violently denounced Morton as a fraud, claimed that he had given Morton the tip on the powers of ether. Up popped Dr. Long with a sheaf of documents to prove that he was first. Confronted by conflicting claims, Congress did nothing. Morton died a pauper in 1868. Jackson went mad, died in an asylum several years later. During the Civil War, Long buried his documents in the woods. Later he dug them up and stored them in the garret. He died an embittered old man in 1878. And nobody has the clear credit...
Musical Chairs. The result pleased almost nobody. The Times described the Cabinet shuffle as a game of puss-in-the-corner. The Spectator labeled it "The Cabinet Stirabout." Coming closer to the right figure, the Daily Herald compared it to the Mad Hatter's tea party: "The leading figures move solemnly from one chair to another and the public, like Alice, looks on bewildered." In effect, Mr. Chamberlain had invited his Cabinet to get up and march around the room while he stood one chair in the corner. When they sat down again, six had new chairs, there were...
...dust of Italy, moved to the U. S. He married Mrs. Madalyn Nichols Taylor of New Orleans, settled down in Manhattan, where he did some radio broadcasting, and in Connecticut, where he tinkered with a Diesel motor of his own design. When he thought about Mussolini & Co. he got mad...
When they were in circulation, he used to call reporters to his home and ride like mad up & down before them to demonstrate his soundness. But of late he has appeared less in public than he used to, has not spoken from the Piazza Venezia balcony since October, almost never receives the press. Last autumn for the first time in many years he failed to appear-stripped to the waist, swinging a pitchfork, sweating up his massive chest-at the Pontine Marshes harvest...