Word: trains
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...clean through, Signor Mussolini ordered instantly expelled from Italy the Tribune's Rome correspondent of seven-and-a-half years, David Darrah. He was hustled onto a train by Fascist police with only such money as he had in his pocket, Mrs. Darrah hastily rushing down from their home with a few necessaries in a suitcase. Snorted the Tribune's pugnacious publisher Col. Robert R. McCormick: "Send another man to Rome to replace Darrah? No, I don't think so. Why should I send a man there just to take Government handouts...
...greet brown, broad-shouldered Champion Max Baer as that prime poseur, playboy and punchinello of the U. S. prize ring parted the ropes. The customers could not help resenting the fact that Baer's night club escapades, his cinema career (The Prizefighter and the Lady), his reluctance to train properly, amounted to a refusal to take seriously the sport of fisticuffing and, by inference, its patrons. The fact that he had won his title in the same ring where he was now about to risk it. and where no championship had ever been competed for without changing hands...
Next in the train came 1929, also bearing signs such as "Whose Babies Are We," or "Another Five Year Plan Gone Wrong." They were dressed in orange and white. Next came 1932, dressed in nightshirts and pushing before them a baby carriage in which was a real baby, (Mr. Felton's, we believe) over which towered the sign, "Is This the Class Baby?" Another banner declared "We Do Most of Our Own Work...
This deal having been consummated, "Europe's Smartest Little Statesman," Dr. Eduard Benes, perpetual Foreign Minister of Czechoslovakia, set off last week for a goodwill visit to Moscow. As his train halted in Warsaw, Col. Josef Beck, Germanophile Polish Foreign Minister, was pointedly not at the station, snubbed Dr. Benes by sending only minor Polish officials to greet...
...vacation journey back to her native Sweden and the castle she bought from Ivar Kreuger's estate. In her old limousine she drove from Hollywood to Pasadena, where she hid from prying eyes in a bush with four bodyguards before making a spectacular dash for the Santa Fe train. Outside Chicago, she alighted in the railroad yards, set police and railroad men in a dither getting her a cab. Her next appearance was at Chicago's Union Station where she arrived ten minutes before train time, peeked around a corner, spied some newshawks, then loped on her lively...