Word: quieted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...final election in November. Indications now point to the choice of Quinn and Russell at the primaries. That at least will mean a cessation of Robart torchlight parades, and of processions of small children chanting "Yea, yea, we want Shea!" Harvard Square will lapse into its customary quiet non-political atmosphere, and only the Faculty and the local students who have assumed the heavy burden of citizenship will lie awake worrying, worrying...
...rumbled around Washington about an investigation of the charges brought last fortnight by Rear Admiral Thomas Pickett Magruder, who wrote in the Saturday Evening Post that the Navy is over-officered, bound with expensive red tape and burdened with idle ships and shipyards [TIME, Oct. 3]. But officialdom was quiet. Admiral Magruder was not haled up for discipline...
...three-year-old girl told her mother, Mrs. Raymond Gunn, about this awful secret and advised her to be careful. Mrs. Gunn, who often had to go five times to her daughter's room to say goodnight, who had often had to quiet a mighty fear by leaving a crack in the door to the lighted hall, listened carefully. Then she said: "You come with me. I'm going to teach you a lesson." She put her small daughter in a closet, closed the door, locked it, listened to her daughter's screams and walked away...
Stubbornly sticking to its original, quiet neighborhood, The Players is not an actors' club in the popular sense.* The few that love it go there; a very few live there. There are card rooms and pool tables; soft chairs for reading; writing desks. In the back is a small garden around which runs a veranda where the members dine in summer. The club is always quiet, although from the peculiar demands of its actor members it stays open late at night. In these days Don Marquis may be often seen there; Jules Guerin, the painter; Otis Skinner; John Barrymore...
GALLIONS REACH-H. M. Tomlinson-Harper ($2.50). After he killed a man on board a boat at "Gallions Reach," part of the grey, quiet Thames that breathes near the uproarious alleys of Limehouse, Colet was pursued by a ghost. Through shipwreck, riding the hot ocean in a tiny open boat, even in the green griddle of the jungle, there was always a hand upon his shoulder, a voice in his ear. Finally he obeyed the whispered command and sailed home, to "Gallions Reach." The lands and water over which Colet is driven by a sprinting remembrance are faintly reminiscent...