Word: walls
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Clearer than any handwriting on the wall is the ballot in the Senior class election. At the bottom of that document the glove is flung down to the unwary voter: "DO YOU APPROVE OF THE CLASS CONSTITUTION?" Following this challenge there is a small box in which one's assent is to be given. Assent, indeed, but what of the man who does not approve? Either the Student Council believes such subversiveness impossible in a Harvard student, or else feels secure enough in the saddle so as to brook no opposition...
Gunplay punctuated Pekin's trouble.* A .45 bullet whistled through the front window of the house where the female secretary of the company union at the distillery lived, missed her mother, dug into the dining room wall. Mayor Schurman showed reporters rifles resting in six corners of his living room and dining room, said that they belonged to as many guards. "This is a hell of a way to live," complained he. And after his men had picked up two gunmen lurking in front of the Sheriff's office, Chief Donahue growled: "What this town needs...
...Father Theophilus began the long series of prayers and commands to the devils to depart, "with lightning speed the possessed dislodged herself from the bed and the hands of protectors, and her body, carried through the air, landed high above the door of the room and clung to the wall with catlike grips." It was necessary to pull her down by force...
Died. Mrs. Evander Berry Wall 67, doyenne of U. S. expatriates in Paris; of a heart attack; in Monte Carlo. With her husband, a well-known Beau Brummel of the Mauve Decade, she fled the U. S. in 1912 because the advent of the automobile made Manhattan "impossible." In Paris, she organized many a gala dinner which royalty attended, devoted much of her time to le phare de France, an institution for blind war veterans. Extremely fond of animals, her pet was a show chow, Chi-Chi. When she wrote its autobiography, the late Rudyard Kipling was moved to remark...
Late yesterday it crawled into a hole on the top of a tenement house inhabited by the Medical School maids, whence it worked its way in between the wall and the plaster. Once it was cornered Dr. Walter shoved a pillow dripping with ether into the hole and at last the mandril gave up the struggle and was retrieved with a boathook amid the applause of all the budding obstetricians...