Word: rooms
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Hushed and solemn was the Senate chamber when the final Vare vote came. In the gallery sat William Bauchop Wilson, onetime (1913-21) Secretary of Labor Democratic contestant for the Vare seat. . . . . Before the roll call was finished, Vare was hobbling out of the room. Blind Senator Schall of Minnesota groped his way to him, embraced him consolingly. In his ears rang bells for a roll call that would dismiss (66 to 15) the Wilson contest...
...State's attorneys outlined their case against Gambler McManus. He had lost money to Rothstein at poker. Later he had taken a room at the Park Central Hotel, ordered whiskey, summoned Rothstein by telephone. Rothstein was seen staggering away from the room clutching his belly, was found at the servants' entrance of the hotel with a fatal bullet wound in his groin. He refused to name his assailant. An automatic pistol was picked up on the street under McManus' window, in the screen of which was torn a big hole...
...diplomatic work was with the U. S. Legation in Warsaw during Soviet Russia's brief attempt to conquer Poland in 1920-days that brought him in touch with Herbert Hoover and Cardinal Achille Ratti, now Pope Pius XI. In a dingy Geneva office, proudly titled the Treaty Registration Room of the League of Nations Secretariat, he carefully signed three state papers, then retired to Berne...
...Queen it was all new and strange. Although the corridors they marched through, the stairs they climbed, were familiar to most Romans, Their Majesties had only seen them in photographs. Right and left they peered like tourists. In the Hall of St. John, antechamber to the Sola del Tronetto (room of the "little throne"), the royal and papal procession stopped. Two bussolanti (official door openers), in scarlet damask knee breeches, flung wide the doors. There, smiling benignly through his steel rimmed spectacles, stood the Pontifex Maximus...
...wearing a brand new dress. I heard a woman in the seat back of me remark to her friend: 'Ain't it awful the way these women dress? You can't tell school teachers from ladies now a days.' . . . Tom shambled into my conference room and lounged in a chair; the pool of his clear honest eyes was troubled. He liked the girl, he said, awfully, but he wished she'd not 'paw' him, they weren't engaged or anything. Last evening he'd told her so; in fact had gone...