Word: midafternoon
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Hero Hoare. The vote was not to come until midnight and it was then midafternoon. Sharp at 3:40 p.m. Scapegoat Sir Samuel Hoare appeared. If treachery and cowardice had been shown, he was at least the No. 2 Traitor and the No. 2 Coward. What is known as British fair play won him upon his entry a veritable tumult of cheers from all parts of the House of Commons. His chief accuser, Nobel Peaceman Sir Austen Chamberlain, a pillar of official rectitude and a torch of moral indignation against The Deal, had been saving a place...
Harriet Metz Noble Livermore summoned Manhattan police to her Park Avenue apartment at midnight, informed them that her husband, famed Wall Street Speculator Jesse Lauriston Livermore, had been missing since midafternoon. He had started on a walk after luncheon, failed to telephone her hourly as was his custom, missed a dinner engagement. While newspapers headlined "kidnap,"' police and Federal agents scoured the city. A taxicab driver who took Mr. Livermore to his office said he had become "terribly sick" in the cab. Day after his disappearance Mr. Livermore returned home, walking unsteadily, his face muffled inside his coat collar...
...short, squat, bowlegged manifestation of dignity is waddling up Mass. Avenue towards the Square. He probably stops at the sign of Billings and Stover; for this is midafternoon, and the Professor must tighten his belt with the traditional milkshake. Emerging, he will puff out his lips, tap his black cane contentedly on the sidewalk, and roll on his way. Pausing a moment, he will reach into his pocket, pick out the cigar he had not smoked during some faculty meeting and give it to the blind news dealer. Again the puff, the cane, and the bow legs swing into action...
...took on Southern Railway as a client. In 1897 he married Gussie Grady, daughter of the late great Editor Henry Woodfin Grady of the Atlanta Constitution, prophet of the "New South," burier of the bloody shirt. One day ten years ago "Gene" Black, noticing that banks closed in midafternoon, decided banking was easier than the law. Shortly thereafter he accepted the presidency of Atlanta Trust Co., discovered his mistake. In 1928 he was chosen Governor of the Atlanta Federal Reserve Bank. He lives out on fashionable Peachtree Street in a rambling two-story house on a five-acre...
...Shrove Tuesday, 1926, Therese Neumann's eyes began to bleed. Stigmata appeared under her heart. On Good Friday stigmata appeared on her feet and hands, later on her head. Doctors were baffled. Then on every Friday, from morning until midafternoon, Therese Neumann re-enacted the Passion of Jesus Christ, bleeding profusely, babbling in aramaic, Hebrew and Latin as well as her own peasant dialect...