Word: pleasantly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Another of Chicago's gang shootings took place one pleasant afternoon last week. It was held at a spot where it was most convenient for Chicago citizens to see everything but most inconvenient for Chicago police to do anything, at the crowd-jammed corner of Madison and Dearborn streets,* two blocks from the City Hall...
Lubricating local machinery was pleasant. Mr. Raskob again assured everyone that there would be some $4,000,000 on hand. About $500,000 would go into the Corn Belt, he said, and $600,000 for the nationwide radio campaign. Lest these sums sound too large, he took care to add that he had learned "from well-advised Republicans" that the G. O. P. campaign fund, now announced as between three and four millions, would reach six or seven or even eight millions. G. O. P. Chairman Work quickly retorted that Mr. Raskob was being "absurd...
...derelict sea-captain, cadging drinks on the Baltimore wharves (according to the present editor), accosted one Brantz Mayer, swapped yarns for liquor. The captain, the accosted, the yarns, are all of a piece with garrulous South African traders who peddle reminiscence with their kitchenware. In pleasant 19th century cadences Mayer sets down the story of this Canot, Italian by birth, American by adoption, who sailed the last legal slaver before the trade was outlawed. Forced thereafter to bootleg his valuable black cargo, he practiced the proverbial sardine economy of space in his barracoon, packing his human loot spoon fashion...
...Mazel M. ("Merry") Merrill, director of the Curtiss Flying Service, and Edwin M. Ronne, manager of the Buffalo Airport. On their engagement pad, last week, was the item: "Take Lindbergh's orange-colored Falcon from Buffalo to Curtiss Field, Long Island." It was, ostensibly, a simple and pleasant item in their business. But they were killed while performing it. A fog, a thickly-wooded hillside near Milford, Pa., a crash into the treetops, a completely demolished Falcon and two burned bodies told the story, crudely...
...past, as such, was pleasant. Jed Harris, né Jacob Horowitz, could not remember when his family came from Vienna to live in Newark, N. J. But he could remember living there, in a small and hideous house, and going to high school to get ready for college. Of Yale, too, he had pleasant memories. Not the nostalgic memories of a college hero but the more delicious, spiteful recollection of unpopularity among those whom he has since surpassed. At Yale, Jake Horowitz was not the type. After two years, he left Yale and went to Europe...