Word: michels
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Evidence. Twenty-year-old Michel's wooden pallet stretched narrowly between two seasoned convicts, murderers both. So Michel expected to escape, did he, as soon as he had learned from the "Aces" the finer points of his late thieving trade? Well, so had many another expected, and moreover struggled well on his way to freedom when manhunters tracked him down, and goaded him back to the solitary confinement, disease and starvation of Devil's Island (famed for the incarceration of Dreyfus...
...Michel, Yale '26: "I notice especially the lack of a unified spirit at Harvard, perhaps because Yale is predominantly a college, with comparatively few graduate students...
Crime. Simon Petlura was shot at the corner of the Rue Racine, and the Boulevard St. Michel, on May 25, 1926. As M. Schwartzbard described the murder to the court...
...silver sliver of a new moon in the sky the German baker, Ernst Vierkoetter, kneaded his way, machinelike, down the last mile. He stumbled up the breakwater steps happy. He had won $30,000. The crowd sang "Deutschland Uber Alles." Four hours later another foreign baker, George Michel of France, propelled his thick bulk along the same last mile. A hand flashlight played on the tricolor of France, fluttering from his pilot boat. As he hit the stone steps he went limp, his head down as though praying or crying. Then he grinned and was hauled...
...swallowed chocolate, tea, coffee, lemonade. A "giant" dogfish waggled itself alongside Mr. Temme in friendly fashion. Mr. Temme trudgeoned on, reaching Lydden Spout, under the Dover chalk cliffs, in 14 hr. 29 min.-two minutes less than Miss Ederle had taken; but three hours, 24 minutes longer than George Michel, the plump, record-holding French baker. Thomas W. Burgess, bronzed Nestor of English natation, and second- man to swim the Channel (in 1911), clapped his pupil heartily on a greasy shoulder. Evelyn Pettipiere, Mr. Temme's fiancee, rushed forward for a wet embrace...