Word: searchings
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Navy men last week adopted a new fashion. To Commander Calvin H. Cobb of the destroyer Billingsley, bound out of St. Petersburg, Fla., for Philadelphia, came a radio from the police that a St. Petersburg girl was believed to have been smuggled aboard the Billingsley; please to make a search. Indignant, Commander Cobb searched-and found 15-year-old Cynthia Alberta Pool. She said she had been persuaded to go by a seaman named Kramer; that a married woman of St. Petersburg had planned to go too but was prevented by her husband, who appeared on the dock...
...Henri Deterding, Director General of the internationally potent Royal Dutch Shell (Oil) Group. Shrewder newshawks stressed Mevrouw Van Eeghen's unique distinction; she was, last week, the only female member of the Amsterdam Stock Exchange. To find a similar business woman in the U. S. one must search out pretty, audacious Miss Peggy Cleary of Manhattan (TIME, April 2), the spinster-stockholder who bid $375,000, last fortnight, in an effort to obtain a seat on the New York Stock Exchange. In Amsterdam the buzz of tickers ceased to have meaning, last week, for Mevrouw Van Eeghen. Removed...
Then back to the road again, on foot, riding the bars, and occasionally even "riding the cushions." In search of-the Jack of Diamonds? Ace of Clubs? More women? Experience of a "heap o' towns" indicates that "the most fastest, mo' freer women" are to be found in New Orleans, where "they give you clothes and liquor an' all the lovin' you want, an' when you go to leave have all sorts grievin' fits ... then writes you most sweetest letters man ever read...
...board walks of the Yard may they soon be removed nor even the spirit of that white, cold and immovable bust that gazes so silent and steadfastly out through the halls of the Fogg, far out into what one knows not, will move the Vagabond to pursue his search of the things which one rendered unto the mind. In fact, about the only thing which will move him is the 1 o'clock to New York, and he advises all his readers to let this beneficent influence effect them...
...moment last night that Sergeant Willard Mack, of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, would be out-diced in his conflict with Joseph Sweeney, the slickest dope-vender between Winnipeg and Vancouver. The sergeant, all ablaze in his scarlet tunic, had ventured into Hip Lung's basement laundry in search of murderers; and he was caught there like a brilliant parrot in a cage. Sweeney, a mean devil, had handcuffed the gorgeous fellow and was bossing him around at the point of a gun. Just as we were prepared to go home with the Sergeant's death-words resonant...