Word: sons
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Back in Cambridge, incendiaries had fired five buildings. In the cemetery, another fire blazed, its smoke trailing thin and mournful from the crematorium's high smokestack. The limousines were parked there, one with its shades drawn to hide the prostration of Miss Luigia Vanzetti, Mrs. Sacco and her son Dante. Mary Donovan and Gardner Jackson of the defense committee had the hardihood to follow into the crematorium after Miss Donovan had read a last eulogy to the dead. They peered through a glassed peephole at the coffins flaming...
...Sacco, had been sitting motionless in a corner of this house for days. A younger man, Sabino Sacco, met the early visitors at the door, scanned their faces, burst into tears, fled to his father. The old man stiffened, screamed, fell back muttering maledictions. "They have killed my innocent son," he babbled...
...dollar bill in the hand the equivalent of Croesus' sceptre, she has arrived at old age forlorn. Her house in Paris is tenanted by people who for two years have eluded the rent collector. She is in this country in an effort to recover her sight. Her foster son has deserted her. Her jewels are pawned. She has only the memory of her contemporaries, whose past brilliance still can cause her cataract-dimmed eyes to light up a little. Talking about them, she emphasizes her anecdotes with an odd, surprising gusto, amazing by contrast to her weak, quavering voice...
...boulevards she wore a metal monkey pinned to her hat. The monkey glands seem to have worked. Besides, contributing to her wasted body a pitifully incongruous alacrity, they have apparently preserved her against the dismal disillusionment of old age. It is five weeks now since her foster son received a telegram notifying him that she had come to the U. S. to undergo operations that may save her sight. . . . Meanwhile the Manhattan hotel has a bill of $500 hanging over her head. The cafeteria refuses further credit. It is only too evident that the world knows her no longer...
...retary to the Senator whose demise is so unfortunately recorded in the first act, holds fast to the brown paper envelope on land as well as on sea, whither the characters repair in the second act, and in the end bestows herself upon the victim's eldest son. To many a flashing blade, nocturnal groan, mayhem, is this lady privy. There is a younger son, also. But, unlike the other characters, he keeps his mouth shut occasionally...