Word: quieting
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...small man and a quiet man, but Washington, D. C., always takes notice when Newton D. Baker comes to town. Last week Mr. Baker was there for three days, to attend sessions of the National Crime Commission. (See CRIME col. 1). He presided over that section of the commission which studies social, educational and industrial conditions to discover crime preventives. Also he functioned, as no one else can, as toastmaster at the commission's banquet...
...talk about Democratic Presidential candidates, his name had been conspicuously inconspicuous. Yet if there is anyone in the late Woodrow Wilson's party who was not a dark horse it was Newton D. Baker. Dark horses trot out of obscurity. Newton D. Baker, though small and quiet, is one of the least obscure and most distinguished men of his time...
...fishermen who went out upon Galway Bay in wretched, unsubstantial tarred-canvas boats- the only boats they could afford. Hatless, he raced out of his house and down to the shore to give warning. From the shore he looked out at the midget fleet, already almost invisible on the quiet swell...
...which his innumerable and, to a reader, indistinguishable relatives are contentedly bogged. His marriage serves only to anchor him more deeply in the sticky golden marsh; mild affairs with other women are not sufficient to release him. Finally, even this rebellious but unsturdy member of the rich and quiet tribe lies down reluctantly with the others, forced to derive such pleasure as he can from tasting the sticky sugar which has so effectively imprisoned him. It is well that Author Biddle, unlike his character, was able to achieve (inspired perhaps by the less rigidly conventional pattern of the Philadelphia Biddies...
...King to be Governor of Fort William. The war with the Colonies started and Burgoyne came to America. To him this place must have appeared unreal and picaresque; as it appears in old engravings and panoramas, a country of little, round hills, of funny irregular cities upon whose wide quiet squares a few bewildered people postured, of dark mysterious forests in which Indians trotted and yodeled and performed their gloomy dances. A citizen of London, he smiled; he watched Bunker Hill as if it had been a sham battle fought in an English park and, when Boston was blockaded, wrote...