Word: rans
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...morning he seats himself in a Koch barber chair and is shaved so close that he nearly bleeds. He always tips the barber $1. Mr. Lasker winters in a stucco house next door to Mr. Hertz's. President Harding was his good friend. For a time (1921-23) he ran the U. S. Shipping Board...
...lurch of the vessel. Half awake, the child could hear screams, shrieks, the anguished cries of the humans in great peril. Quickly his mother bundled him in her arms, rushed him through a fear-tormented mob to the deck. Stars had disappeared. On the foggy deck, indistinct figures ran about, cursing and praying for life preservers...
...lived in the U. S. eating for a whole year nothing but beef muscle, tongue, liver, kidney, brain, fat, bone marrow, veal, lamb, pork, chicken, meat broths, black tea, water. They lived as ordinary city dwellers, except that they carefully walked an hour or so each day and occasionally ran about two and one-half miles. Their health remained excellent in all ways, leading New York's Eugene Floyd Du Bois, W. S. McClellan, H. J. Spencer and E. A. Falk, who studied them, to conclude that "in general white men, after they have become accustomed to the omission...
MacCracken Angry. William Patterson MacCracken, Jr., Assistant Secretary of Commerce for Aeronautics, after two months in Europe, was lunching on the Leviathan in New York Harbor last week. A stupid flyer, to welcome some one aboard the ship, capered and stunted so close to her that passengers fearfully ran below decks. Mr. MacCracken was angry at the foolish flyer. The incident contained irony. The Assistant Secretary had prepared a speech on flying safety to deliver over the radio. Later he did speak, declaring that the U. S. Government takes more pains to protect the flying public than any other nation...
...Hanna, Jr., grandson of Mark Hanna) picked up his jangling telephone, heard a voice say: "This is Col. Lindbergh speaking." Newsman Spaeth was too surprised to hang up. He gasped, stammered, mumbled, found his wits, began to talk. As nearly as he could remember it later, the conversation ran like this...