Word: town
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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With a horse, Ulysses loosed destruction over Troy. In 1871, Mrs. O'Leary did the same for Chicago with a petulant cow, which shattered an oil lantern in its straw-lined stall. Flames ran amuck, ravaged the straggling town, left it blackened, hollow, crisp. Disconsolate, penniless, young Potter Palmer stood in the ashes of his home. Suddenly, where was Bertha? Bertha had borrowed a buggy, careened into a nearby village, wired New York for an extension of credit. New York agreed, and-phoenix-like-Chicago and the Potter Palmers soared together...
...impression that Palo Alto went Hoover without opposition was erroneous. Town, and some gown, kept up a vigorous Smith campaign. Librarian Van Patten in charge of the voluminous Hoover War library, went to the non-partisan reception to home-coming Mr. Hoover, wearing the biggest Smith badge he could find...
...Chicago voted with remarkably little violence. Forty detective squads cruised the town. Late in election evening, a youth with an aged roadster parked in front of the University Club and made his muffler backfire with murderous reports. Police strolled toward the sound. The youth & friends drove away...
Mascali was most certainly the town which first would be obliterated. Here young peasant maids crossed themselves, paused a moment at the churches. Grandmothers, rich in ancient lore, retold tales. Enceladus, the Titan, was buried under Etna when he had dared to defy Zeus. Now and again he stirred in discomfort or anger. Hephaestus, god of fire and the metallic arts, had a smithy in Etna. He was fashioning terrible Olympian swords which his journeymen, the Cyclops, would deliver...
Last week La Argentina made her U. S. debut† in Town Hall, Manhattan-a dusky curtain for her background, Pianist Carmencita Perez, billed as soloist of the Royal Spanish Court, to make her music. Pianist Perez played first but the evening began with the clicking of castanets in the wings and the gliding entrance of La Argentina. She was tired and languorous as the sun that used to warm her; she was glittering and remote; she was a primitive thing driving away evil spirits to the fire music made from de Falla's Amor Brujo, snapping her fingers...