Word: policeman
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...crime: five years in the Missouri Penitentiary for highway robbery. Later he was largely responsible for the fact that Oklahoma country banks at that time paid the highest robbery insurance rate in the country. In one year he killed two Government informers in Kansas City, a Federal agent, a policeman. Last year he was spotted as the man who led the Kansas City massacre in Union Station during which four officers and their prisoner were machine-gunned to death. He is now supposedly hiding in the Ozark mountains...
...sticking point. After two days peaceful picketing during which only milk, ice, beer, bread and fuel were delivered, wholesale merchants demanded police convoys to resume food deliveries. A picket truck blocked the path of a produce truck convoyed by twelve police cars. Police opened fire with riot guns. One policeman jumped the strikers' running board, was knocked on the head. Other strikers broke police lines, rushed to the scene. Police fired again. Fifty pickets were wounded, most of them in the arms and legs. One died next day. Overtures for a general strike were made but other unions promised...
...Uranga and Secretary Alberto Salinas Carranza, technical adviser to Mexico's Street Cleaning Department and nephew of onetime Mexican President Venustiano Carranza. Last month Severo Moreno sassed Stewardess Dolores Uranga, not for the first time. Secretary Carranza sentenced him to an eight-day suspension without pay, called a policeman to help enforce the sentence. Intolerable was that affront to the polysyllabic dignity of the Union de Obreros y Empleados de las YMCA, which consists of 77 cooks, waiters, janitors, clerks. It struck...
...Fort Lee, N. J. Eric Heyn wrote two farewell notes, climbed up on the railing of a bridge, ready to jump 250 feet to death. As he teetered, Policeman Chester Kirvin shouted: "Get down or I'll shoot." Down got Eric Heyn...
...love, and she fled home. Hour later Vito, repentant, sidled into the dark hall of her house, a peace-offering of fine yellow daffodils in his hand. A gun spat a bullet. Young Vito turned slowly in surprise, walked a block before he showed his wound to a policeman. At the other end of the block Angelina's hysterical scream attracted the policeman. Hugged to her breast was a bunch of fine yellow daffodils, flecked with young Vito's blood...