Word: moneys
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Postmistress Hattie Giddings of Doles, Ga., said that before and after Benjamin Jefferson Davis, Negro Republican, got her her post, she was requested to give money...
...name to a series of articles recounting his experiences. The series told: about a woman who entered his cab saying "Drive me to Hell!", plunged through her biography in luridly improbable terms, drank liquor from a bottle and implied an improper proposal in her admission that she had no money to pay the fare; about two Negresses, who, while sitting in Thomas Whelpley's cab, engaged in a long conversation on their ability to present the appearance of white persons, a conversation which Thomas Whelpley reported verbatim and in extenso; about a member of his former congregation who ducked...
...that Thomas Whelpley experienced the episodes which he described. But to many a newspaperman it seemed clear that in the present debauch of "ghostwriting" a depraved press had gone so far as to persuade a preacher to join the ranks of sporting characters and society women who lie for money...
...Duke got off to a clever start. Coming into the stretch, he was a length and a half behind Aquilon, last year's winner. The Hussar Duke urged his horse, stooping in his stirrups, but Jehu was tired. Aquilon finished first, Mr. Polly second, Jehu third. Bookmakers made money, but several of the Duke's friends, officers of the loth Hussars, lost more than they could afford...
...Money makes noise. There is money in the screams of locomotive brakes, rumble of subways, shrieks of factory whistles, whirr of machinery, cracks of pile drivers, cries of peddlers. There is "big money" in the clamor of exchanges, in the shouts of bidders, the scurrying of page boys, the ringing of telephones, the rattle of tickers. When money is plentiful, easy, the world's marts are thunderous with the din of handling it, transmuting it, losing or winning it. But when money is scarce, tight, there is silence...