Word: wept
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...months ago Iturbi arrived in the U. S. Sailing up Manhattan harbor, he wept. He went to a hotel chosen for him by his manager, rang for tea but, knowing no English, failed to make the waiter understand. He shrugged his shoulders, sat down at the piano, played Tea for Two, got what he wanted. His first Manhattan night was spent in a Harlem cabaret listening to brazen jazz which he adores, his second at a musicomedy. Then he started on a tour, played first with the Philadelphia Orchestra, went into Canada, then through the Middle West...
Miss Mary Plummer of Boston, pretty as a peach blossom, could not resist her fascinatingly brown-bearded French and riding master. They were married at City Hall, Manhattan, though she had wept for a religious wedding. At No. 212 West Twelfth Street (the dingy brick building still stands) she bore him the present Mme. Jacquemaire. Then he took her back to Paris?on the dread eve of 1870?where she bore him Michael and "Le Petit Pierre," now a businessman in Lima, Peru, where he raged last week at the slowness with which bulletins trickled in about his father...
...Women wept hysterically. A farmer-juryman paled, called for brandy, collapsed. Locked up at last in the jury room the farmers soon sent out a message, stated that they wished to find a verdict against the prisoner but wanted assurance from the Judge that Richard Corbett would be pardoned...
...could not penetrate the elephant's skull.* While the monster wildly trumpeted and twisted, Nagel kept on firing, exhausted all his ammunition. He asked for more but it was not until 60 shots had crashed into Black Diamond that he sagged and toppled. Circus performers at the execution wept as Black Diamond fell. Afterward, Executioner Nagel ran to his home, went to bed, whitefaced...
...passed uneventfully (TIME, Oct. 7). Then Mlle. Modiste was advertised with Fritzi Scheff to sing the role she created 24 years ago. Oldsters could scarcely believe the newspapers and the great electric sign which flashed outside the theatre. But they bought tickets just the same, and went and wept and cheered. For Fritzi Scheff, now 50, still gives the illusion of sprightly youth, still plays the snare drums as the mascot of the troops, still sings bewitchingly "Kiss Me Again." Moist-eyed oldsters marveled and reminisced...