Word: sayed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...warden of the state penitentiary at Canon City, Col., to Gov. Clarence J. Morley last week. Then the warden (Thomas J. Tynan by name) stationed machine guns and armed guards on his prison walls. No one dared enter to serve suspension papers on Warden Tynan. Said he: "You can say for me-and I don't mean maybe-that anyone trying to break into this prison will get the same dose as anyone trying to break out." Jesting friends of Governor Morley took pot shots at the prison searchlight, exploded mammoth firecrackers before the prison door...
...hour old, yawned at the Home Secretary Sir William ("Jix") Joynson-Hicks, who was present to attest her birth. Though an infant, she has gained the reputation of being distinctly self-possessed. Therefore when her petite and tearful mother, Elizabeth, Duchess of York, bent over Princess Elizabeth to say goodbye, last week, the royal infant was concentrating upon an effort to suck her left great toe. . . . "God bless my baby," said Elizabeth of York softly...
FarewelL At Victoria Station the King-Emperor and his Consort, who never leave London to welcome or say farewell to anyone, bade Godspeed to the Duke and Duchess as they entrained for Portsmouth. With grave decorum the King-Emperor entered the Ducal railway compartment, kissed his daughter-in-law, half-embraced his son with a fatherly pat upon the back and stepped out of the com- partment again onto the platform. Edward of Wales, always in high spirits when chatting with his merry sister-in-law, rode down to Portsmouth, as did Prince Henry and Prince George. When the royal...
...Ritz last week, she said: "Never believe the old adage that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Personality counts more-what you say and how you say it. ... I never regarded myself as a cook while I was preparing a meal. Instead I thought of myself as a hostess, perhaps that's why I've succeeded...
...permanent secretaries and under secretaries in the Ministry of Agriculture debated the question with quips sharpened by a vague anxiety. Raoul La Chapelle was popular, the manager of a department. Now for over a week he had not been to the office, nor had he telephoned or written to say where he was. Ever since the night of a feêe when, expected to dinner, he had failed to appear, Raoul La Chapelle had been lost as completely as if he were dead. At last the Minister of Agriculture himself sent three men to Raoul's rooms...