Word: policeman
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...liberties taken by anti-German historians in the war are well known, and the dubious statement is current that sixty per cent of the babies born of tobacco smoking mothers die in two years. At least, no doubt, a man drinking aldehyde will replace the policeman in the "You Can't Win" subway signs; the renegade will do his drinking down alleys in order to avoid the pointing fingers of abused wives and George Washingtons; and the public will grow very, very weary...
...answer probably lies in the contagious thrill which all newspaper work holds. Most of us, at one time or another, after deciding that after all we didn't want to be a policeman or drive the rear end of a hook and ladder truck, evolve the theory that we are natural born newspaper men. And there is a bit of the journalist in many of us. A CRIMSON competition helps to show how much...
...Policeman David A. Fay, who attends the college night school in full uniform, heard students discussing military training. He unbuttoned his heavy coat, flaunted his service pistol strode to the platform and shouted: "Now I'm opposed to military training. But you don't see me getting expelled. i tell you Dr. Robinson wouldn't expel anyone for expressing an opinion against this training. It must have been because of these fellows were impolite. They didn't say it in the right way." Several students applauded...
Essie Goodman, Negro maid in a smallish Manhattan hotel, at two o'clock in the afternoon, tiptoed into a room, followed by the manager and a policeman. The room was in some disorder. Photographs were littered across the bed; a few had slid down to the floor. A picture of a girl was propped up on a chair near the window and in the corner three theatrical costumes were heaped on top of a trunk. A man was kneeling by the bed, .his hands stiffly and desperately twisted together, his head pushed down against his arms...
Twenty years ago the policeman would not have had to ask how to spell "Marceline." He would have been accustomed to seeing it in big shiny letters over the entrance to the Hippodrome, biggest Manhattan theatre. The little, inexpressive brown face with the smear of blood would have reminded him of another face, with the same features, set in a foolish pointed smile. He would have recognized the dusty, madly tailored evening clothes that Marceline had taken out of his trunk before he killed himself, as the uniform of the most famous clown since the days of Grimaldi...