Word: trolleys
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...white elephant, adorned with tar and talcum powder, strolled down Fifth Avenue, Manhattan, at 12 noon, trailing behind her a train of toy trolley cars, each painted, in large letters, with the name of that excellent hostelry, The Hotel Roosevelt, what would this be? It would be a publicity stunt. What would a hardboiled, wise, cynical, alert newspaper reporter think it was? He would think it was a front-page story. This, at least, was the opinion which intelligent persons were compelled to adopt after witnessing last week in Manhattan an example of journalistic susceptibility to unoriginal press-agenting...
They were not a crap-shooting, Jazz-singing jury, like the one that tried Mr. Fall and Oilman Edward L. Doheny two years ago. Miss Bernice Heaton, the telephone instructress, for example, would ride home from court on a trolley car and go out for the evening with a girl friend. Edward K. Kidwell, the leather worker, would go off and kill time between sessions hanging around a soft-drink stand in Four-and-a-Half Street...
About one comfortable trolley-load of happy, willing politicians shook hands and slapped one another's backs, one day last week in the lobby of the Bigelow Hotel of Ogden, Utah. Far westerners to man, Democrats all, they had been invited there by Joseph Chez, Ogden lawyer, and Fred W. Johnson, lawyer from Rock Springs, Wyo. There was a knowing look in their eyes as they discussed the prime purpose of their meeting? to "consider" who was the "most available" candidate for the Democratic Presidential nomination next year. They named no names until all had assembled for formal business...
Sirs: In any club, office, home, library, dining-car, trolley or limousine-in fact, anywhere-TIME is a mark of distinction. One feels peculiarly allied to fellow TIME-readers in that one knows something of the personality of the other by the mere fact that they are both readers of TIME. In this TIME is unique-to the readers of no other magazine is this equally true. . . . TIME readers know that they are not impetuous and magnifying. TIME readers know that the American people are rather conceitedly bigoted and consequently they at once assume an "international mind"-a "worldwide understanding...
...Isolation Hospital in Soho, N. J., Dr. D. J. Poia and Nurse Marion Raitzel took their seats in an ambulance. The gong clanged. Rounding corners in Maplewood, N. J., the passengers were obliged to hang tight. Rounding one corner everything went stunning, dizzy black. The driver had hit a trolley pole. The ambulance body had flown from the chassis, which wrecked further on. Dr. Poia and Nurse Raitzel came to in dizzy red. Passersby pulled them out of the smash. Badly cut, deeply bruised, they dressed each other's wounds while another automobile was found. No time to lose...