Word: pocketfuls
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Wertheim could see them beaming at him, packed inside a rope on the pier. Ah, for a gesture, a gesture proper for the farewell of a man who traveled in the Prince of Wales' suite, a man who had risen to the top. Sanders Wertheim fumbled in his pocket, produced a five dollar goldpiece, flung it onto the pier. His employes, heads of departments, white collar men, scrambled for it. Sanders Wertheim threw another. Again a scramble. The ship was sidling from the pier. Until the gap of brown water grew too wide, he continued to throw silver, gold...
...police asked Emanuel Silberstein his occupation. "Selling wine to Negroes," he answered, smiling. He told them he was glad he had "done the job well." They found cyanide of potassium in his pocket and again he said he was glad that he had killed "the old man" instead of himself...
...next morning-Sunday, July 20-I took the train at Chavornay for Lausanne. "In Lausanne I lived carefully the first week on the money I had earned at Orbe. Then I was again hard up. On the Monday the only piece of metal I had in my pocket was a nickel medallion of Karl Marx. I had eaten a bit of bread in the morning and I did not know where to go to sleep that evening. I wandered about in desperation, and presently-cramp in the stomach preventing me from walking any longer-I sat down on the pedestal...
...dons, as stumbling old "Kit" Langdell had done to Harvard 25 years before. Died. Gaitan Ardisson, 74, sculptor-adviser to Mrs. Harry Payne Whitney; at the Whitney estate, Wheatley Hills, Westbury, L. I. Aged, ill, Sculptor Ardisson clambered wearily up a 100 ft. water tower, leapt. In his pocket was a note, "Mrs. Whitney-you win. Tan-Tan, [his son], tout est atteint [all is accomplished]." Died. William H. Thompson, 75, president of the Thompson Time Stamp† Co.; in Manhattan. Died. Charles William Eliot, 92; at Northeast Harbor, Maine...
...buck Negro for stealing a car, bought him some sandwiches and coffee, took him to Police Headquarters. It was hot. Officer Singer removed his coat, sat down to fill out the prisoner's pedigree card. Suddenly Negro Pierce snatched a revolver from Officer Singer's hip pocket, shot him three times to the death, escaped. One Kuku, a witness, was the only other person in the room. Later Murderer Pierce was captured in the Bowery after a taxicab chase. He told the police: "I shot the detective; I'm sorry." Manhattanites were shocked. John Singer...