Word: windowe
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Even so King George passed a melancholy birthday. He lay in his rubber-tired bed by the window of his room in Victoria Tower, looking out at the white blossoms of the hawthorn trees in Windsor Great Park...
Fortnight ago in Atlantic City, a Mrs. Tillie Anapol's baby son was hospitalized for diphtheria. She demanded to stay with him, but was of course ejected. She thereupon got a ladder, placed it against a window of the isolation ward, spent five nights and days on the ladder top, soothing, encouraging, comforting her young. Press photographers, marveling at such devotion, came to take her picture, drove her away...
...bookplate, here reproduced, has been forwarded to Collector FitzPatrick, Director of the Sunday Times, Sydney, Australia.?ED. Tinker's Version Sirs: The controversy on the famous Merkle play in your columns has been of interest to me. While reading Evers' letter last Sunday morning I glanced out my window and saw Joe Tinker chasing a golf ball up the fairway. Joe stopped on my call and I plied him for his version of the affair. Joe says he DID NOT hold McGinity's arms. His story is that he tried to call Emslie's attention to the play...
...crowd of subjects jostled happily on the castle terrace, a band blared. In response, the royal family appeared within, forming an animated family portrait framed in an enormous sextuple bay window. They did not bow or speak to the crowd but stood as though unobserved. The King, looking greatly improved, chatted briskly with the duke of Connaught. "P'incess Lilybet's" small, creamy elbows rested on the window ledge. Sober, fussy, coatless, were the Lascelles boys, clad in tan shirts, maroon cravats. Princess Mary wore pink. The Queen, wearing blue and the royal pearls, was vexed...
...four years. Six hundred miles away, a monumental mausoleum was ready to receive it, built by the Nationalist government on a hillside overlooking Nanking. Bearing it thither was an elaborate railway funeral coach, pride of the Peking-Hankow Railway, built of hand carved teakwood, fitted with solid silver doors, window frames, light fixtures, its walls draped with Nationalist red, blue, and white silk, its floors muffled with a blue silk run of double thickness. Most important of all, there was in final readiness the last bit of pavement on the Chung Shan Chi Nien-great straight memorial road, eight miles...