Word: spacing
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...history chisels out the name of "Old Bob" LaFollette as the father of Wisconsin insurgency, then it must certainly leave a tiny space for "Mrs. Bob" as its mother. Perhaps, like Mrs. John Shand in Barrie's immortal play, What Every Woman Knows, she used to put the subtle touch of genius into her husband's speeches. When he was tired she addressed his thou sands of campaign letters; when he was glum she cheered him. "Old Bob" died. His wife was left with his spirit, his political faith, his four children. The oldest, Robert M. Jr., went...
...Last week Mr. Power's despatches became a sensation, even the New York Times gave him a front page column. He had deposited, he said, the body of Earl Kitchener with London morticians. Prime Minister Baldwin received a letter from Mr. Power-previously released to the press at space rates- inviting His Majesty's Government to send experts to identify the body. Then suddenly Mr. Power effaced himself, retired into hiding, lay low. When eminent pathologist Sir Bernard Spilsbury and London Coroner Ingleby Oddie finally took it upon themselves to open the casket, they found it filled with...
...Good Deeds who has won strength now to go along with him. He receives the sacrament, bequeathes his property, prepares to climb into his grave. Alas! Whereto may I truste? Beaute gothe fast awaye fro me. . . . Why, than ye wyll forsake me all! Swete Strengthe, tary a lytel space. . . . Why, Dyscrecyon, wyll ye forsake me? . . . O, all thynge fayleth, save God alone. Voices call to Everyman; out of the darkening air fall their farewells-from the Cathedral, from the tower of the monastery, mocking and sad and sonorous. The Cardinal Archbishop and the rest of the notable company listened...
...fishing himself in partnership with a man who owned some dories. About three hundred years before, men from the west of England had first sailed into the grey shimmering bay that smelt of woods and wild grape, looking for something; liberty . . . freedom to worship God in their own manner . . . space to breathe. Thinking of these things, worrying as he pushed the little cart loaded with eels, haddock, cod, halibut, swordfish, Vanzetti spent his mornings . . . weighting-out fish...." The fish peddler worried because a few days before, on a fine cool May morning in the year 1920, a body had been...
...drowsy, Berkshire-cradled Williamstown, Mass., there climbs panting, every Summer, a special train freighted with potent financiers, learned professors, bustling lesser statesmen and inevitable news gatherers. They are greeted by beaming President Harry A. Garfield of Williams College. For the space of a lunar month they constitute The Institute of Politics. Last week President Garfield opened the proceedings of the Institute as chairman for the sixth time, benevolently urged 300 delegates assembled for discussion to discuss. Present and discursive were: Paul Harvey, onetime editor of the one-time International Interpreter, who popped a revisional proposal for the Dawes Plan...