Word: stoutly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...chattered gleefully with the exuberance of 17, waved a dutiful goodbye to stout ladies in waiting, was Girl Guide Juliana Louise Emma Marie Wilhelmina of Orange-Nassau. As she sat, perforce upright, upon a brightly varnished but angular third class bench, few would have supposed her the sole heir to one of Europe's largest and most thriftily hoarded fortunes. Throughout the week, as she did camp girl duty (cooked, scrubbed, mended) few chance visitors guessed that this bright-eyed buxom girl was Crown Princess Juliana of the Netherlands, heir to the throne...
...when her tug, the Alsace, had taken her around to Dover and the crowd was shouting on the pier-a customs official came aboard. For an hour he kept the whole party waiting while he asked questions. What was her name? Her race? Her age? He turned to the stout, red-faced individual beside her. Would he be good enough to state his profession? "Potztausend!" cried Father Ederle, looking hungrily at the gaunt official, "I am a butcher. . . ." He had not, on the long slow trip, behaved like one. As Gertrude Ederle, having splashed through the breakers at Cape Gris...
During the war the dissolute youthful Emperor Lij Yaser committed the disastrous dual stupidities of embracing the Islamic faith and the Germano-Turkish cause. Vexed, a majority of the feudal chieftains of Abyssinia, stout Christians according to their somewhat pagan lights, supported a successful pro-Christian, pro-Ally revolution. Prince Taffari, an able statesman but by lineage a mere great nephew of the revered late Emperor Menelik, was prudently installed as Regent for the Empress Zanditu, a daughter of the Emperor Menelik, and proclaimed heir to the Throne by the revolutionary feudal lords...
Into the ocean at Biddeford Pool, Me., plunged plucky James Montgomery Flagg, famed artist, well-paid pen-and-ink perpetrator of languid women, stout men, old home scenes. Beating through storm-twirled waves, while lightning flashed above him like a white, demented eyeball, he swam to the side of Isaac Cook, drowning realtor, pulled him shoreward. Mr. Cook, safe on shore, offered no word of thanks. His breath made no mist upon a mirror. Saved from drowning, he had died of heart disease...
...near Seville, was removed later, according to a wish he had expressed, across the Atlantic. He was laid near the scenes of his crassest cruelty; and has lain there until history and romance have bleached his fame, torn off the invincible armor, and have feigned, at least, to see "stout Cortez", "silent, upon a peak in Darien...