Word: station
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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When the ship docked, M. Caillaux went for a walk on Filth Ave., before his train was ready at the Pennsylvania Station...
...Negotiations. The progress of the negotiations in Washington was rapid. M. Caillaux arrived at the railroad station. A fleet of automobiles and a cumbersome delegation was waiting. He took off his green felt hat and was photographed. He told reporteds: " I shall be delighted to see you always, as many times as you want to see me, but I shan't say anything worth while, I am afraid...
...king, who was traveling incognito in a light grey join cloth and modest brown sandals had the misfortune to be recognized everywhere he went. Fleeing at last in desperation to the Grand Central Station, he vanished like smoke. It is believed that by carrying his own luggage he disguised himself as a Pullman porter and is even now collecting small odd specimens of American gold to take back with him to the coast of Africa...
Mack sold Hartvigsen an old seine and when a vast school of herring, pursued by whales, happened to get bottled in a creek, he made a rich "shot" (haul). Mack told him he should get married now and buy a mortgage on the Sirilund trading station. So Hartvigsen gave his silver for a mortgage. He also talked with Rosa as Mack suggested. They were agreed. He enlarged his house, bought doves and a piano, stretched his mighty arms. He scarcely noticed Rosa pucker her nose when he boasted of his money and compared himself to Mack...
...Reverend William Wilkinson, "the Bishop of Wall Street," has made a daily appearance in the financial district at noon, when sky-assaulting buildings dribble out humanity, let it eddy about for an hour, and suck it in again. The Bishop, attired in the decent cloth of his office, taking station outside the Morgan office, the Sub-Treasury building, or the Stock Exchange, has harangued tolerant gatherings of bottle-nosed clerks, pasty runners for brokerage houses, gentlemen's stenographers...