Word: streets
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...William Hall of No. 58 North 16th Street, Harrisburg, Pa. last week rented his old horse-drawn victoria for its quadrennial job: to carry Pennsylvania's Governor to his inaugural. In the rented relic outgoing Governor George Howard Earle and incoming Governor Arthur Horace ("Breaker Boy") James rode to the State Capitol, where Republicans formally retrieved control of the State from the Democrats who held it for four years...
...took oath was to slap down a document on the inaugural stand, announce: "I herewith submit my resignation as a judge of the Superior Court. . . ." By waiting until then, he made sure that he would choose his successor on the bench. Then from his glassed enclosure on Third Street, he watched Jay Cooke, Philadelphia's G. O. P. chairman, stride majestically along in the inaugural parade, saw pass the proud banner from Philadelphia's 26th Ward: "Home Ward of Late U. S. Senator WILLIAM S. VARE Honoring His True Friend GOV. ARTHUR H. JAMES...
Early one morning last week a sleepy-eyed fish porter trudged through the grimy streets of Manchester. Suddenly a terrific explosion in the mains beneath the street hurled his body into the air. He was killed and his falling body seriously injured a passing postman. Almost at the same moment, Bam! another blast ripped open a street half a mile away. Bam! a third blew up the pavement a few hundred yards further on. Terror-stricken early risers, certain they were being bombed from the air, grabbed gas masks issued during the CzechoSlovak Crisis and rushed into the streets...
...high in schmalz. When tear-jerking Announcer Gabriel Heatter got to Mr. X there was a foggy sob in his voice. "On the afternoon of June 25, 1931," he lamented, "to a hospital in Jackson, Mississippi, police brought a well-dressed man who had collapsed on a city street. . . . Somewhere, somehow the link that bound him to the past had snapped. . . . The man became known as Mr. X and that man stands beside me tonight...
Slender, dark, bustling Isabel Bishop, 36, has her studio at Broadway and 17th Street, hard by Union Square. Such paintings as Office Girls begin with a fast sketch done on the street, followed by a carefully composed etching. Models for her final, slowly and delicately built paintings are always girls found in the neighborhood, never professionals. The thing she feels about them and tries to communicate in her painting, she says, is their "mobility in life." the very fact that they do not belong irrevocably to a certain class, that anything may happen to them...