Word: mindedly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...goings in Mexico City last week and quietly lay, bolstered among fat white pillows, in bed. Ambassador Morrow had a fever; nothing serious, just a touch of grippe. Affairs of state awaited his mending. But there was no pause in the restless activity of Mr. Morrow's mind, which, accustomed to strenuous exercise, cried out for diversion at least. When his physician refused him permission to work, Mr. Morrow said: "All right, then, I will enjoy myself as I always do when I have to stay...
...ever saw sits bolt upright in the middle of his old bed, and orders him out of the house. He returns next day to find her vanished. But Author Miller can be relied upon to make out of her not the psychic fantasy of Bentham's weary mind, but the heroine of an excellent movie scenario, rivaled as such only by "Her Mother's Jewels" of the same volume...
...hostile fielders, while the Purple mounds-man is catapulting the pellet by the opposing club-wielders, it is not difficult to recline on the seats with one eye on the field and the other on the further section of the grandstand and retain one's composure or peace of mind. But it is extremely difficult to retain the aforesaid state when the enemy is desecrating the final station with foreign spikes while the local representatives, by an unkind turn of fate, remain fastened to the various way-stations along the route...
With these facts in mind one may visualize the furore which stirred Budapest, last week, when it became known that Bela Kun had been found lurking in Vienna, only 140 miles distant, and arrested by the Austrian police. Among his effects were found documents and pamphlets suggesting that he was again being employed by the Third International of Moscow to foment Communist uprisings in Hungary. When arrested Propagandist Kun was found to have put on weight and grown a mustache; but he was dressed characteristically in the height of fashion and reeked of his favorite perfume, wood violet...
During those fretful days when two Germans and an Irishman bent over maps in the mess hall of Baldonnel Airdrome, little did they reck the possible consequences of their flight. Theirs at that moment must have been a single-tracked mind. They meant to fly from Dublin to New York; they were taking all the risks, facing the supreme danger with shining faces. They asked no man to do what they were doing...