Word: trailed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...bays and quarters on his trail, runs him down. A prosecuting attorney who is out to wrest acclaim from society in compensation for a grotesque nose, causes "justice" to be done by "planting" some of the dead girl's hairs in a crevice of the camera. Clyde Griffiths goes to the death house, undergoes the torturing wait, passes through the little green door...
Engaged. Miss Mary Isabel Garland, daughter of Novelist Hamlin Garland (The Long Trail, Money Magic, Her Mountain Lover, Wayside Courtships), player for a year in minor roles with Walter Hampden; to Hardesty Johnson, tenor...
...hand laid over his mouth; he twisted his head to look for a rangy man who had been running at his side. For about half an hour these two, accompanied by 106 other runners from various eastern colleges, had been racing against each other over a six-mile trail for the hill-and-dale intercollegiate championship of the East. All the way the rangy man (James Loucks, Syracuse) had been pressing the runner in crimson (Willard L. Tibbets, Harvard). But now, as he turned his head, Tibbets saw Loucks blow a bead of sweat from the end of his nose...
...Attorney General of Texas, hot on the trail of road contracts let by Governess Ferguson's Highway Commission, succeeded in getting a judgment for the refund of $600,000 excess profits from the American Road Co., in spite of Mrs. Ferguson's directing the Highway Commission to support the road company. Talk of impeaching Governess Ferguson had been smoldering for several weeks. With the judgment it burst into flame...
...while, the golden ingots of my impressions are stored, forevermore. And when I am old and gray, and the years have gently laid the veil of life aside, I shall sit before a flickering fire of dying embers, and I shall dream, and out of the shadowy past shall trail sweet memories, fragments of joys and sorrows and ambitions. Strong, white hands, angel-hands, from muted strings shall lure bushed melodies, and once again I shall stand on the steps of Widener and gaze across the beloved Yard where the wind sighs. In the branches and nimble squirrels sport themselves...