Word: savely
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...whose body is "still preserved in pickle for the curiosity of the Moscow public and for the consolation of the faithful." - Lenin. "In the cutting off of the lives of men and women no Asiatic conqueror, not Tamerlane, not Jenghiz Khan, can match his fame. . . . His purpose, to save the world: his method, to blow it up. . . . Apt at once to kill or to learn: . . . ruffianism and philanthropy: but a good husband; a gentle guest; happy, his biographers assure us, to wash up the dishes or dandle the baby; as mildly amused to stalk a capercailzie as to butcher...
...Hasty Pudding Club in producing their 1929 play, "Fireman Save My Child", left no stone unturned in their attempt to make the play as historically accurate as possible. The fire-engine which is being used in the performance is an exact reproduction of the type manned by the original "Cambridge Catamounts" and shows to good advantage the work which was done by the producers to get the exact replica...
...grand triumph, George Weller, internationally known playwright has out-done all his previous efforts. His latest and greatest work, the climax of a happy life is now being performed at the Hasty Pudding. It is an adaptation of the "Electra" of Sophocles, renamed for brevity's sake "Fireman, Save My Child". From the opening curtain to the last bow of smiling actor grim tragedy stalks the scene, tears flow and countless lumps rise in an equally indefinite number of throats. This is all the more remarkable as the adaptation is in reality meant to be a comedy...
...keeps even his first name out of the German Who's Who, and is known to most of his awed subordinates only as STIMMING-would not have decreed these iron precautions had he not feared human enemies. Clanging, screeching fire engines roared out from Hamburg to try and save the Europa. Hour after hour Fire bellowed, and water pssssssssed-from 3 a. m. to 9 p. m. Up and down, up and down until the fire was out, tirelessly paced a little man very stout and round for his small stature, with the carefully shaven and glistening head...
...Operator Bazarnov's cigaret fell to the ground. In an instant the projector and the doorway were a mass of flames. Bazarnov, singed, fled for his life. A pitiful few escaped through a trapdoor to the floor below, but 120 were burnt alive. Wild-eyed peasants, unable to save their friends, rushed to the home of Sergius Wjarasmutkin. It was his factory, he must be to blame. Wjarasmutkin was beaten, stoned. At last the bleeding factory manager was thrown screaming into the blazing ruins...