Word: things
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Seasickness, worst feeling in the world, is no respecter of persons. Bolstering the semicircular canals with earplugs helps some people. Shutting the eyes also helps, since the sympathetic nervous system is also affected by optical unsteadiness. Drinking champagne is another remedy. But the best thing of all, for seasick prince, pauper or potentate, is to surrender completely and lie down. . . . Returning to Key West from Havana on the swift cruiser Memphis, President Coolidge lay down.* Secretary Wilbur filled an engagement the President had made to address the ship's officers and crew...
...should not be made a judge lest the other son lose his clerkship. He said: "Jesse has had his share of life's honors. This added recognition would mean little to him compared to what the loss of position would mean to William. It is a hard thing for a father to do but I am compelled to do it." President Coolidge mused...
...sped with him to the U. S. Embassy, where he was welcomed in behalf of the American Club of Paris by its President, smart expatriate Percy Piexotto. Followed a two-minute reply by Mr. Herrick, who seemed not fully convalescent and leaned heavily on his cane. Said he ". . . One thing is certain! No matter what are the prevailing differences between France and the United States, ... a way to satisfy both countries will inevitably be found. . . ." Unable to attend the official luncheon of welcome, former Ambassador to the U. S. Jules Jusserand sent a message: "Should the President attempt to remove...
...Among things omitted from a policeman's handbook are: Instructions for appeasing a terrified Negro who is sprinting down the street with his clothes on fire. Lacking this data, Officer Rhodes of Manhattan did the next best thing: tackled 23-year-old Negro Edward Burnett, extinguished the flames with his own uniform overcoat. Negro Burnett, taken to the Harlem Hospital in a critical condition, said that he had been sleeping quietly on a doorstep until another Negro poured a pail of kerosene...
...stepped out of her life. A fortnight ago at the Lying-in Hospital in Manhattan she gave birth to a daughter, whom she named Vera (truth). Last week an enterprising reporter of the New York World, unabashed by Mrs. Burnham's admonition ("This is not the sort of thing you would want to put in a newspaper"), gave her story to the world...