Word: stinks
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Crewe, looking for his old friend Sands, a better detective than reporter. There has been a murder, and a queer one. The dead man sits at his dining room table, lashed to his chair; breakfast has been laid for four, but nobody has touched it; everywhere is the thick stink of nicotine. The setting is melodramatic, but the action is confused, realistic: the policemen, the loudmouthed, lowbrowed coroner, the witnesses at the inquest, are photographically true to type. The satire on things political, policial, is at times more than implicit. In every detective story there should be a star detective...
...about stopping reputable citizens because they have a package under their arm." Hearing that the charge might be dismissed without trial, William McD. Rowan, U. S. Prohibition Administrator in Omaha rushed to his agents defense. Said he: "Just because a millionaire is arrested there is an awful stink. . . . We treat the rich and poor alike...
Alone, forsaken, denied even the publicity of a common murderer, these helpless beings must stink along through the sewers of life under the ban of public disgust. If only curiosity, interest, some attention could be drawn to them. Perhaps through the book--The gavel of the magistrate raps fiercely on the desk. Even in the eyes of the law she is pushed aside. A smile of satisfaction spreads over the phlegmatic features of smug, heartless mankind. Cruel humanity plods on, its head high, leaving its poor sisters by the wayside, alone, out of the limelight. Was ever an abnormality dismissed...
Parched and stinking, Bahrein Island barely breaks the surface of the Persian Gulf. European pates soon addle, uninsulated from its vicious sun. Before its troughs of rotting oysters, queasy European nostrils quail. Impervious to sun and stink, Arab traders hunker down, paddle the bubbling compost, comb it with their fingers...
Accept my congratulations on your mail-bags of this morning and the other day. You have gloriously fulfilled the CRIMSON'S grand old motto. "Make a stink." Though the callowness and hyperbole in your anonymous communications will prevent their hurting the eminent young scholar against whom they were directed, they cannot fail to decrease his interest in teaching and in the course and to break down the feeling of close personal contact on which all successful teaching must rest. In addition, by thus twitting him in public on a matter in which he knows himself somewhat weak, you have done...