Word: pocketfuls
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...nosed grandmother fulminates gutterally against her marrying an effete outsider, and his parents kick and scream at the conception of a lady tramp entering their highly starched family. Matters are further mangled by a gypsy lover, who hopes to solve the situation by poking a knife through the breast pocket of the intruding clean shirt...
...Newton, Mass., last June, Mrs. Eunice J. Esten, 75, lay dying. By her side sat Alonzo H. Blood, 76, waiting, watching. In his pocket was a marriage license. If Mrs. Esten was actually dying, he would marry her then and there, for the two old friends had made an engagement long ago to be married before death divided them. With the promise of happiness before her, Mrs. Esten grew slowly stronger. Mr. Blood saw that he would not have to marry her after all. He went away. Last week Mrs. Esten again fell critically ill; back came Mr. Blood with...
...Texas, where they pay a $500 bonus for catching a rich man violating the liquor statutes, where the "unwritten law" and the "hip-pocket move" as defenses for killers still bulk large in the eyes of the courts, where they impeach a Governor, elect his wife to the office, and then complain because she follows his advice,--in Texas, they don't believe in evolution either. A dispatch yesterday from the Lone Star State throws light on the mental processes of Texans and their beliefs and disbeliefs...
...best poetry?" He has not added "one more." He explains with becoming lightness that he has tried to pick poems for their mental reaction on the reader; for example, if a person suffers from mental malnutrition, he might prescribe spiritual vitamines. The subtitle of his book is "A Pocket Medicine Chest of Verse." He furnishes 14 packets of medicine for specific mental ailments: "Stimulants for a Faint Heart (Poems of Courage)"; "Mental Cocktails and Spiritual Pick-Me-Ups (Poems of Laughter)"; "Massage for a Muscle-bound Spirit (Poems of Emancipation)"; "Poppy Juice for Insomnia (Soothers and Soporifics)"; "To Deflate...
...They fled to the empty cab but Bessie Ellinger leaped on the running board. Holding on with her arm through the window of the cab door while the knaves pounded her hand and twisted her fingers to make her let go, she drew a police whistle from her apron pocket and blew it until policemen stopped the careering vehicle, arrested the caitiff flim-flammers...