Word: saws
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Spokesman Coolidge told the press that he saw no cause for intervention at present, that he would keep hands off unless something serious happened...
...automobiles marred this hot perfection. Ah, to be a barefoot native! . . . But business pressed. Mr. Thompson reluctantly doffed his white helmet to the glistening coral beach, proceeded to the Island of Palawan where a launch took him up the Iwahig River to the Iwahig Penal Colony. Here he saw crocodiles, alligators, exuberant tropic vegetation. He saw, also, 1,700 convicts living happily with their wives and children, cultivating their own crops, often saving as much as $1,000 in one term. They rarely try to escape, even though there are no walls or bars. The officers in the colony have...
...bearing food for the many hundreds who waited in arduous patience to hear a "sweet, penetrating voice" issue from the soft, brown lips of their Jiddu Krishnamurti. In such tones will their "World Teacher" speak when his spirit flitters into Jiddu's tennis-playing, tea-drinking body. They saw nothing, heard nothing; they closed their congress. Soon Jiddu, under ward of Mrs. Besant, will come to Manhattan. Lutherans Outraged by bland demands for Cathedral of St. John the Divine and National Cathedral construction funds cried last week (in The Lutheran, Church periodical): "The Episcopal Church...
Western Amateur. A golfing sphere came to rest between the twin trunks of a tree about 60 feet from the ninth green. Frank Dolp, of Portland, Ore., turned his back to the pin, played a niblick shot between his legs, saw his ball stop 14 feet from the cup. He holed out in two, while Harrison R. ("Jimmie") Johnston, winner of the qualifying medal with a brilliant 141 and favorite to capture the Western Amateur title at St. Paul, missed a two-foot putt. On the 18th green Johnston's putter again faltered. He missed a six-footer...
...studied "mauve decade" press-agentry and labored long to achieve restraint amid the many "priceless" opportunities that flew to mind. The Mercury's readers had nodded approval-but that was all, having come to expect the ultrasmart from that kraut-liveried lay pontiff. But the Mailbag saw, and through it, others. A few cheers went up for the masterpiece of the month in advertising...