Word: rans
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Ramilda Avery's career in adventuring began when she ran away from her home in Des Moines, Iowa; it led her to what she called "sleuthing," in Chicago; when this became tiresome, she wobbled off to New Orleans and got a job as a detective. While "sleuthing," in New Orleans cabarets, she met several sailors. Inspired already with her calamitous yearnings, she cultivated their friendship. Then one early morning, clad in a uniform which she had borrowed from one of them by saying she wanted it for a masquerade party, rowdy Ramilda sneaked onto the Sands and hid herself...
...another small gloomy room, the kitchen of a mining cottage in Salt Lake City where his father worked. When he was nine, Bill Haywood was sent to work digging coal; this he disliked, so a few years later he was bound out to a farmer. Bill Haywood ran away from the farm, did some prospecting, became a Socialist. In 1899, when the Coeur d' Alene, Idaho, striking began, he was chairman of the executive committee of the Western Federation of Miners. Seven years later he was the defendant in a trial that made his name famous...
...Feeling ran high in Niagara Falls. The Elks met and a mass meeting of citizens was planned. Coast Guardsmen Glenn Jennings and Chris Dew were held by the State police, the former perhaps for murder. In Washington, the Prohibition Bureau was badly embarrassed. Only that week, Agent Robert L. Taylor had had to be dismissed in West Virginia for shooting into an automobile. Before that there was an outcry from Canadians who complained that U. S. rum guards had fired across the boundary line at Detroit. Near Fresno, Calif., one Frank Aiello was lately shot dead for not stopping...
...noticed a large wooden box with a loose board. Thinking it a good chance for performing his function, the checker stood next the box and reached in with one hand. Feeling the touch of some clammy thing, a wolf or a corpse perhaps, he screamed "I am bitten," and ran furiously along the pier. A less timid checker then went gingerly up to the box and pried it open. In the bottom of the box, cold and still alive, was scatterbrained John Thoening. He said he had not eaten for several days, that he was very sleepy, that...
...Parsons, ran for home in the first...