Word: throng
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...this mausoleum, last week, there stood a throng of silent persons. These were relatives of the late Caruso, including his widow Dorothy; come to pay homage to the greatest of their clan. Soon they knelt in an attitude of prayer before the casket. Mrs. Caruso left the crypt, leading by the hand her daughter Gloria II, who was weeping...
...General is crying," whispered sturdy citizens of Cobourg, Ontario, last week, as they stood in a packed throng at the local Court of Assizes. Within was General Sir Arthur William Currie, 52, once the peppery Commander-in-Chief of Canada's expeditionary force in France (1917-19), now the august Principal of famed McGill University, Montreal. Sir Arthur's eyes brimmed with tears of relief and triumph because he had just wiped a nasty smudge from his honor by winning a libel suit which has been reported in Canadian papers at Peaches-Browningesque length for many a week...
Meanwhile thousands of Milanese, touched by His Majesty's bravery and tenderness, had gathered in a packed and wildly cheering throng before the Royal Palace. When King Vittorio Emanuele finally slipped out upon a balcony and saluted, the ovation rose like the roar of sea surf, wave on wave. Again and again His Majesty saluted, but more than half an hour passed before the cheers died down sufficiently for him to retire within...
...lanky fop, carrying a pair of lemon-kid gloves, his hair falling about his ears like a hermit's, attended an ironic ceremony in a London church. The occasion was the unveiling of a bust of John Keats; after it was over, Aubrey Beardsley ". . . broke away from the throng, and, hurrying across the graveyard, stumbled and lurched awkwardly over the green mounds of the sleeping dead." It was an ironic ceremony because Artist Beardsley, as Poet Keats had done, was to go southward and die of consumption before he was 26 years old. It is easy to remember...
...thumb & forefinger. The day of his death, like most of the days of his life, found Griffo without a dime. Money was minted to his memory. In an imposing white metal casket, gift of Tex Rickard, Griffo was buried from the consequential Madison Avenue Baptist Church. The funeral throng was mixed from the brave days of old; tottering gray figures forgotten by the sport world, women who remembered, fighters he had knocked senseless. A newspaperman reported James J. Corbett, onetime heavyweight champion of the world, as having said, kneeling beside the casket: "The zephyr of all ring-time! The only...