Word: quiets
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...least doubt that at this time ha is a candidate. In 1920 he missed the nomination by the narrowest margin. In 1924 he refused a unanimous nomination for Vice President on the Coolidge ticket. For eight years he has devoted himself to studying agricultural problems, to farming, to a quiet strengthening of his fences, to making friends. Today he has a stronger backing, more potential political power, and a better chance than any other man except Mr. Coolidge. He looms larger than any other. Popular, able, rich, with a fine record and an attractive personality, Lowden is the real candidate...
...week before Christmas and all through Detroit a great many creatures were stirring. That familiar figure, the man in the street, would have said that Detroit was "dead," "flat" or at least very quiet. But that would be because the Ford factories were shut down and production was at a low ebb in many another plant. Actually there was intense invisible activity-as in a huge household of which the important members had all shut themselves in their rooms to wrap up Christmas presents, cautiously guarding their keyholes against prying children (newspaper reporters) and fretting in secret over finishing touches...
...captain named Burges chased him into a cave that had no back door. He was tried for rebellion, sentenced to life imprisonment in a hot cell in Egypt. After 22 years Parliament remembered that this fighting man was still alive. Judged him harmless, let him out. He spent the quiet evening of his days playing with a gourd rattle in the door of a hut. He died...
...Bring me my overcoat," said Nikola Pashitch gruffly. Bearded and patriarchal, he spoke with the quiet firmness of one who has been his country's Premier eleven times. He had taken only a glass of milk and some cheese for supper, and soon he would be 81, and the doctors had spoken of apoplexy? but he was Pashitch. A crisis threatened, and King Alexander was waiting. When his coat was brought M. Pashitch slung it about him, kissed his eldest daughter gravely, and rolled away in his limousine...
Personal journalism is not what it used to be. The press is too crowded to afford subtlety, quiet wisdom or even sound brilliance an advantageous setting. The only voices heard above the tumult are the loudspeakers and loudness is usually the mother of mediocrity...