Word: rans
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Republican Committeewoman Lucy Patterson of Winston-Salem, N. C., signified her desire to be made Minister to Siam to succeed the Harding appointee (Minister Brodie of Oregon) whose resignation has not yet been accepted. Airs. Patterson, wealthy, ran for Congress in 1922. A Confederate veteran, Major Stedman, defeated...
...Tunis. To Tunis went William Eaton, blond Midshipman from Connecticut. Said he to the Bey's brother: "I will put you on the throne." The U. S. Navy Department connived. Eaton mustered an army of sheiks and camels, began a staggering crusade along the coast to Derne. He ran out of provisions, plodded on. His army deserted, he bribed it back. After incredible hardship, he reached Derne. The Bey's cavalry fled, disordered; the city fell; then-the U. S. withdrew its support. Eaton, "The Hero of Derne," his fame on every tongue but his hour over, returned...
...Fool. They go at this God vs. the Devil narrative very seriously. The good man, who happens to be a minister, triumphs over the bad man. The poor profit by much charity in the course of things, and much morality is on parade. The play of the same name ran hundreds of performances in Manhattan and on the road. Therefore the theme must be of widespread interest. Though Edmund Lowe and his associates act intelligently, the pulse of the picture beats dully...
According to a despatch from West Frankfort, Ill., the motive power of The West Frankfort American's press ceased to function last week. Editor Byron Elkins cogitated. He stepped into the street, backed "a small automobile" into his shop, jacked up the wheels, attached a belt, ran off his editions "at the rate of 30 miles an hour." He alleged that he got "1,500 papers to a gallon of gasoline...
Though Chilhowee, famed Kentucky racehorse, holder of the world's record for 1⅛mi., was the favorite in the rich Coffroth Handicap at Tia Juana, Mexico, last week, though an able jockey straddled his back, he ran tenth. In his quarters, after the race, Chilhowee crumpled in a miserable heap to the stable floor, rolling pathetic eyes upon trainer, owners, veterinary. His temperature, which he meekly permitted them to take, was 104°. "Poisoned," said the veterinary. "Poisoned," hissed the trainer. "Poisoned," wailed Owners Ernest and Henry Hart...