Word: secreted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Benjamin B. Lindsey was its "father" and has been its only judge. The important cases he has heard in a dim secluded office. They make good stories. The "trouble" is nearly always sex. Last year, 1,000 girls came to him; 800 "had not let mother in on the secret." In one case, the Judge will personally arrange for the baby to be smuggled away at birth to a childless couple. In another, he will summon a proud citizen and make him agree to let his son marry the grocer's daughter. Almost always he fixes...
...impounded dogs innumerable in a 300-acre tract completely floored with cement so that not even a mouse can get in to be killed. There pups eat pancakes-or starve-and big dogs get no better fare than nutted biscuits. Last week the dogs rebelled, as by a secret animal accord, sat back on their haunches and poured out shuddering howls...
...into a question of the moral status of the University and students. . . . To continue, it has been a favorite recreation for the scholastic mind to keep fighting cocks in their rooms; bull dogs but a short time since graced their appearance on the street, or afforded them pleasure in secret brutal contests. . . . When we consider the morbid state of mind possessed by those collegians who night after night sat before the footlights of the notorious Soldene, and rose after each act in a body to resort to a liquor saloon near by, we are not surprised at other (perhaps...
...ruined Mr. Cicero's water business. He went to Italy and joined the Secret Service. Much of the pompous society he served had dissolved when he returned to Manhattan. He took up his cutlery and went to work again in the inelegant, workaday Evening Post Building. But still his old customers seek him out, and the subject of his greatest achievement still flourishes...
...made up his mind to work harder. He had eight children. Every evening, coming home hungry, he tucked his napkin in his neck and filled his stomach with good food. His stein was always refilled several times. When he became fabulously rich a reporter asked him what was the secret of his success. George Ehret smiled vaguely and, with a big hand on the table, seemed to lose himself in memories. "Ja . . . ja. . . ." The reporter quoted him as saying "Good beer, good health." But George Ehret did not say that. Life was more than food and drink. In the evenings...