Word: poe
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...shaping the future, Anderson has an old-fashioned aura about him. He wears sober blue suits and a vest. He shuns Washington social life, preferring to spend his time with his family (Wife Ollie Mae, two sons, 23 and 19). He still treasures and quotes the faded poets, including Poe, Kipling and Edwin (The Man with the Hoe) Markham, whom he loved in his boyhood. In an age when public men tend to hedge their affirmations, he speaks out forthrightly for such notions as "the integrity of the dollar" and the value of individuality. A devout, Bible-reading Methodist...
...train may have left is banished by a well-preserved photo of the empty tracks of the New York Central (looking south). Later that day the hapless Goss would fail to heed his wife's injunction to buy parakeet food. And so it goes. All in all, as Poe would say, a most immemorial day-and a satire to remember, at least for a few days...
...literary investigator has been around for little more than 100 years. The world's first detective bureau was established in Paris by Eugene null Vidocq in 1817, but it was not until 1841 that Edgar Allan Poe recognized the adventure available to a man who was a detective without being a public cop. Auguste Dupin, the intellectual Eye who was the hero of Poe's Murders in the Rue Morgue, was a Parisian gentleman devoted to the dual task of outthinking a murderer and outwitting the police...
...pattern was contagious, and neither Poe nor his immediate successors seemed anxious to move it back to America. The first big geographical jump came in 1887, when Sir Arthur Conan Doyle brought him to London in the guise of Sherlock Holmes. Like Dupin, Holmes was an intellectual athlete, and socially he was a marvel of mobility, at home with scholars, society bluebloods, police inspectors. "Holmes," wrote Social Historian David Bazelon, "despite his eccentricities, is essentially an English gentleman acting to preserve a moral way of life." From Dickens' unfinished teaser, The Mystery of Edwin Drood, to the 20th century...
Truckdriver Poe, his left leg caught in the cab, cried to rescuers: "Don't let me die this way! Thank God you're here! Oh my God! Thank God you're here! Help me! Save me!" With crowbars and wrenches, emergency crews got Poe free, sent him on to a hospital with four badly burned coeds. The charred bodies of Professor Sixta and nine girls were sent to the morgue...