Word: parkes
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Michigan, Ohio and Indiana. Mayor Knaggs, who already had a large part of his aroused constituents under arms, appealed vociferously to Governor Murphy for militia and State police to protect his city from the expected mob. The Governor finally arranged that the meeting should be held at a State park three miles from Monroe, promised to have 350 guardsmen on hand to keep the union men out of the anti-union town and also see that the union's "right of free speech" was not abrogated...
...sent over the border to an Italian dog farm. Later in the week, one of the monks at the St. Bernard Hospice told United Press that the monks had voluntarily destroyed these three dogs, that eight others will be kept under observation all summer in an enclosed park. Next winter the monks plan to let their dogs "continue working normally...
...portrait of the author of In Memoriam and a volume of his verse were arranged, as usual, nearby. In a "very beautiful but not overly expensive casket" purchased by the late star's mother, Mrs. Jean Bello, Miss Harlow's remains were taken to Forest Lawn Memorial Park's Wee Kirk o' the Heather, a nondenominational shrine in the nation's most extraordinary cemetery, which has become, in the last decade, the Valhalla of the cinema business...
...immediately struck by the ugliness of its tombstones, by the fact that most cemeteries are "unsightly stoneyards, full of inartistic symbols and depressing customs." Mr. Eaton placed a ban on stones, substituting bronze markers laid flush with the grass. He forsook the word "cemetery" for more euphonious Memorial Park. Today under his chairmanship it has expanded to 200 acres, contains in one form or another the dust of some 55,000 humans, with room for about 150,000 more, and is divided into sections with names like Babyland, Vale of Memory, Resthaven, Eventide, Slumberland...
...lonely and barren. How empty the paths winding under the dripping trees and haloed lamps. Misty forms stroll arm in arm along the banks of the swan pond. Like an oasis shunned, the Common lies abashed under the roof of pale clouds. Autos beat a noisy circle about the park, tires licking the pavement. Ahead tower the fortresses of Beacon Hill, cold and Puritanical...