Word: reds
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Even at home Herr & Frau Boess were not allowed to forget the Sklarek fur coat. Communists booed and hooted under the Boess windows until driven away by industrious Schupos, then came back to boo and hoot some more. Most persistent was a stalwart young Red who strode up and down before the house clad with eccentric symbolism in an amorphous, shaggy fur coat dyed flaming yellow...
Pigmy hippopotamuses, red pigmy buffaloes, pigmy elephants, swift little hairy-horned okapi all lurk in the tangled, humid fastness of the Belgian Congo's deep Itura Forest. By few white men's eyes have these curious creatures ever been seen. Mr. & Mrs. Martin E. Johnson, famed intrepid jungleers, set off last week from Manhattan with eight motor cars, many tons of camp & photographic supplies, two batteries of sound-cinema equipment, two dozen automatic cameras, cinema cameras so that U. S. movie audiences may buzz with wonder at the sound and sight of the Congo's animal wonders...
Under patronage of the American Museum of Natural History, the expedition hopes to make friends of the Ituran pigmy people by feeding them cake and candy. The pigmies may then lead Jungleer Johnson to the hidden lairs of the midget red buffalo, elephant, hippopotamus where, guarded by his sharpshooting wife, he will photograph and sound-record the awesome sights and sounds of an African jungle, by day and night...
...rumors kept betting down, but proved unfounded as soon as Walker's first rights and lefts thudded home. Before long Hudkins' coarse face, misshapen by the beatings he is accustomed to take even when he wins a fight, was made even more than normally ferocious by a red worm of blood that crawled down into his left eye. In the eighth round he pushed Walker against the ropes, shouted, "Come on and fight." The referee, indicating the winner of each round, thereupon pointed to Hudkins. but after most other rounds he pointed to Walker, lifted Walker...
Last week in Manhattan, a jolly little round-faced man walked into the lobby of a small, sooty-red downtown office building, No. 13 Astor Place, and told the elevator boy that he wanted to get off at the tenth floor. Smiling, happy he went down a long, dim hall, entered a little office filled with the stinging smell of turpentine which painters had finished swabbing only the night before. He noticed and was pleased with a vase of roses?"from the Executive Staff"?on a shiny new desk. He sat down at the desk. Officials swarmed...