Word: sidewalkers
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...demonstration of unemployed people and hosiery strikers who flashed big placards labeled: MR. HOOVER. WHERE IS YOUR FULL DINNER PAIL? More polite were members of Stanford University's track team (see p. 28) who, stopping at the Ritz-Carlton across the street, stood out on the sidewalk to see their alma mater's potent trustee (see p. 36). At the Union League dinner the President was presented with a life-sized portrait of himself (see cut) painted last summer by Greek Artist Pilides Costa. In an extemporaneous speech of thanks President Hoover declared: "It is difficult...
...policeman, passing late one night, spied a group of men hanging around the front door. Thinking them loafers, he ordered them to move along. To the constable's surprise, one member of the group, a tumbler, complied by doing a series of back flips all the way up the sidewalk to Broadway. Last week the N. V. A. clubhouse itself entered legend. A $150,000 deficit closed its doors...
...becoming to her years. Indiscreet is uneven, but its moments of farce lift some of the curse of coyness. Hilarious is the scene with the ice cream cones, which starts when Swanson spies a child who is crying because he has spilled his cone on the sidewalk. Hilarious are the window breaking scenes, and the scenes in which Swanson tries to live up to the rumor that there is a dash of insanity in her family. It is too bad that a picture which is really good entertainment should suffer from sloppy photography (e.g. the shot of Swanson drying herself...
...will replace the one on Quincy Street which has been torn down. The fence will be completed in 1933 for the twenty-fifth reunion of the class. At present the brick foundations will be installed so that it will be unnecessary later to tear up the new brick sidewalk, which is now being laid...
...Chicago, August Eichenberg sat on a sidewalk, his body distorted, his head drooping, his hat in his lap. Sympathetic passersby tossed him coins. Then a woman looked at his face, fainted. No beggar, August Eichenberg was a corpse, had dropped dead on his way home from work...