Word: woking
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Border Patrolman Emmet J. White, 24, came up to the car. Shrieked Mrs. Virkula: "You've killed him." 'Replied White: "I'm sorry, lady, but I done my duty." No liquor was found in the car. The Virkula children woke up, began...
...rising. Venus shone with especial brilliancy. At precisely that midhour the General woke up of his own accord. He felt refreshed, vigorous. As a revolutionary against Spain from 1895 to 1898 he had learned to sleep deeply in brief periods. He pattered to his bath, a stocky, powerful man of 57. A secretary followed, reading to him summaries of the night's news. The President sloshed himself, dried himself, shaved himself (the secretary reading the while) and dressed himself in formal morning clothes. Like most male Cubans he detests woolen clothes. But this was a day of days...
...rawish morning in Manhattan last week when the squeak of early traffic and the fading of a good night's sleep woke Columbia's Professor of Physical Education Jesse Feiring Williams. He stretched out one arm and twitched it a little. He wiggled his fingers. The like did he do to his other arm and hand, to his legs, feet and toes. Dexterously he rocked his hips, arched his back, rolled his head. Then a swift bathing, a brisk toweling, a fastidious dressing, a precise breakfasting, a quick walking across the streets to teach physical education to Columbia...
Governor Huey Long of Louisiana woke up early one morning, last week, and thought about shoes. He knew that 1,600 prisoners in the Louisiana State Penitentiary were making their own shoes. He knew that the shoes were very short-lived. Each convict was wearing" out three pairs a year...
...Harold Stribling woke up in the night. The light was on. A young Negro was in the room, clutching a hatchet. Mrs. Stribling's husband, a powerful man, lay dying in the bed, his head mangled. The Negro chopped at Mrs. Stribling, gashed her over the eye. She begged for mercy. "Well, then, go and wash your face," he said. He went with her, washed his hands. He asked to see her baby and stood over its crib for several minutes. Like a mother partridge playing broken-wing, she begged him to leave the house with her. He took...