Word: stranger
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...with Col. Robins for a few moments. I spoke to him but he didn't recognize me. ... He didn't say much. To a stranger there isn't much to be said. He-told the doctor: 'I don't know this lady. She is thinking of somebody else...
...headed youngster named Carl Byrd Fisher often took walks in the hills with Whittier's stranger. In a rural magazine called Grit the boy saw a picture of Col. Raymond Robins, wealthy Chicago Prohibitor who had been strangely missing since he left New York Sept. 3 to lunch with his good friend President Hoover at the White House (TIME, Sept. 19). Grit readers were advised to notify Salmon Oliver Levinson, famed Chicago attorney, if they saw a man resembling the photograph. Last week Carl Fisher wrote Mr. Levinson that he suspected "Reynolds Rogers" was "your man." Mr. Levinson turned...
...Lowell and Mr. Harkness, the donor of the money to build the Harvard Houses, is now generally known, and few stories in modern academic annuals are more dramatic. Mr. Lowell had thought out the House Plan down to architects' blue prints which were already in existence when a stranger walked into University Hall and offered the funds to make this intellectual creation a concrete reality of intellectual ferment...
...stranger, like the brown-eyed baby's mother, came from Georgia in the wild, fierce south of Russia?a land of authentic brigands who sniped at Tsarist officials from behind romantic mountain crags and unromantically ignored Georgia's pink & purple sunsets. As she grew to childhood, the locksmith's daughter knew her father's friend, the future Dictator of Russia, by his Georgian nicknames. "Soso" and "Koba." His daring robberies (which he called ''expropriations'') seemed as natural to her as his still more daring murders ("executions")?for were they all not done to get money for the Communist cause...
...Vagabond loves not a cold ride through tortuous traffic, even though he may find a goal in a new haven. No more is he thrilled by the prospect of a makeshift bed in the room of one to him had stranger. Even more reluctantly does he embrace the task of wresting precious tickets from the hands of those whose God-given work it would seem to be to keep them hidden in the filling cases on Harvard Street. Then there is the bitter disappointment when he reaches for the flagon, and finds only the flask...