Word: rodes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Atlantic Garden and listening to the lady musicians. . . . My sister and I were given chocolate to drink, and huge slices of cake, while the elders drank their beer. . . . When I was ten years old, I became an altar boy. ... I practically lived in the fire engine house, . . . rode on the hose cart. . . . Gifted with a good loud voice, I was paid to read off the ticker tape on the night of the Sullivan-Corbett fight. . . . We used the bowsprit and rigging of ships as a gymnasium . . . learned to swim in the fish cars. . . . For a time I had a West...
Reactionary Hungary prepared for a step back 74 years last week. 1855. In her gilded coach the young, radiant, newlywed Empress Elizabeth rode out from the Imperial Hofburg, heard frightful screams from a nearby barracks square. They were men's screams. "Stop! Call the guard!" cried the Empress. "Something terrible is happening!'' "Your Majesty need experience no alarm," soothed a punctilious equerry. "This is merely the hour for flogging military delinquents." Flashing-eyed, the petite Empress insisted on alighting from her coach. Amid courtier consternation she actually walked the short distance back to the Hofburg, rushed impulsively...
...Viollis was last week the first journalist to enter Afghanistan's freshly captured capital Kabul (TIME, Oct. 21). Her paper Le Petit Parisien had staked her to an airplane. With quick, appraising, bright French eyes she took the measure of the Conqueror, potent Nadir Khan, told how he rode through the streets on a prancing charger preceded by musicians, how his swart warriors danced and sang, how the people hailed him with shouts of "Liberator! Liberator!" Nadir had liberated Kabul from "The Usurper," rapacious Bandit-King Habibullah. But as the professed champion of rightful King Amanullah (now in exile...
Having slept in Abraham Lincoln's bed at the White House, Scot MacDonald moved to the British Embassy for his last days in Washington, rode out early in the afternoon to doff his hat at the tomb of Woodrow Wilson. Lest anyone suppose Mr. Hoover had told him to do this to ensure Democratic Senatorial votes for a future treaty, Embassy officials announced that he went of his own volition...
...Story. The author's father, who was estranged from her grandfather, was a great athlete and a Colonel of the Blues. Once he jumped a horse over a glittering banquet table and never stirred a saucer. Once he rode a bull around a ring in Spain. Upon the death of her grandfather, Viscount Maynard, the author's newly widowed mother went to hear the will read. Surprisingly, Frances was named the heiress. The other relatives present slung pats of butter at grandfather's portrait...