Word: parking
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...South's greatest.*But they are famed scenically. And wealthy T. Coleman du Pont, whose health obliged him to resign last week as a Senator from Delaware, has long been seeking to buy the site and present it to his native Kentucky as a 2,200-acre state park. The Insull interests have, through a contract which was unpublished till last week, enlisted the aid of the present Republican administration in Kentucky to get a Federal power licence, promising in return a 6,000-acre State park with highways and a bridge. Governor Flem D. Sampson, Congresswoman Langley...
...proclaim the accession of the new Sovereign, proclaim it again at Charing Cross, carry tidings to the Lord Mayor of London, and repeat the proclamation yet again in the Close, adjoining Chancery Lane, and finally at the Royal exchange, whereupon simultaneous salutes would boom from St. James's Park and the Tower of London...
Married. Sebastian S. Kresge, 61, famed 5 & 10 cent store tycoon, lavish Anti-Salooner, of Highland Park, Mich.; to Mrs. Clara K. Swaine, 34, of Cresco, Pa., daughter of a late Bronx insurance examiner; in Kunkletown, Pa. In 1897 Mr. Kresge married Anna E. Harvey of Memphis; she divorced him in 1924, obtained a $10,000,000 settlement for herself, $5,000,000 for each of their five children. In 1924 Mr. Kresge married Mabel D. Mercer of Pittsburgh, daughter of Capt. George A. Mercer, onetime partner of Andrew Carnegie. Last February she divorced him, obtained a settlement of about...
...Reverend Harry Emerson Fosdick, D.D., Minister of the Park Avenue Baptist Church, and Professor of Homiletics in Union Theological Seminary, New York City, will conduct the services at 11 o'clock in Appleton Chapel tomorrow...
Brattle Street is busy today, and the elms that covered what was once the road to the west bordered by country houses now wave over whirring traffic. The house at the head of Longfellow Park peeps from behind its screen of shrubbery as it did seventy years ago, and those who pass the Craigie House turn and look, or do not turn and pass, knowing vaguely that a poet once lived there...