Word: post
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...sombrero, glittering hornrimmed spectacles, and a gold-&-silver-studded cartridge belt that held four rows of shells, and was so broad that he could not bend at the waist. He killed so many men and stuck their decapitated heads on sharpened stakes that he was nicknamed Lampeao, "the Lamp Post." Hair by hair he pulled out sheriffs' beards. Dusky Brazilian virgins blanched at his reputation for rape. He would cut out the tongue of a woman who told him a lie. But whenever he raided a village he distributed all the beer in town free...
Such are the facts of the Lamp Post's well known obituary. Four years ago, after troops had chased him fruitlessly for many months, he was shot not in battle but in a brawl, died of his wounds. Brazil rejoiced when the news was announced. Last January Brazil rejoiced again: it was discovered that the Lamp Post had just died of tuberculosis in the State of Sergipe. Last week Brazil was happier still. The Department of National Telegraphs was able to report the Lamp Post's third death: near the town of Villanova, 230 miles north...
...sidewalk. Editorial writers reacted instantly. The comforting New York Times asked: "Is life worth living?" answered: "Of course life is worth living," mentioned a few of the things worth living for: "... a majestic sunset or moonrise ... an understanding look in another person's eyes. . . ." The crusading New York Post noted the extensive efforts to save the suicide, asked: "If so much could be mobilized for one man, how much could be accomplished by a fully awakened common effort against hunger, slums and sickness?" The philosophic Washington Post considered Warde "a modern Faust" who "did not begrudge payment...
...morning last week, a tall, austere man sat at his desk in the open city room of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, scribbling with a thick blue pencil. Few minutes later his memo was posted on the bulletin board. It read...
Faithful to a lifelong passion for self-effacement, O. K. Bovard kept to himself the nature of the differences with Publisher Joseph Pulitzer Jr. It had been assumed, however, that he liked neither the Post-Dispatch's support of Landon in 1936 nor the deepening conservatism of its editorial page, for which he occasionally wrote, but over which he never had control...