Word: youngest
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...father's shock of hair; he is a fiery orator. Last month he became the proud father of Robert Marion LaFollette III. Daughter Fola, once a suffragette, then a talented actress who played ingenue parts in Manhattan, is now the wife of Playwright George Middleton. Daughter Mary, the youngest, studies...
...Famed sack-consuming philosopher and companion of Prince Hal, he was later ousted from England, migrated to Germany. His descendants changed the family name to Folstadt, then to Volstadt. Most of the Volstadts were hearty beer drinkers, but not so the youngest son who felt the lure of the prairies of the New World. On arrival in the U. S. he changed his name to the simpler Volstead, little knowing that one of his progeny (Andrew by name) would some day put Volstead on the lips of teeming millions. (U. S. folk lore...
...late of the French Cigognes ("Storks," crack escadrille). He had called to explain more or less formally that he was about to fly across the Atlantic, starting from Roosevelt Field, L. I. The Man. In uniform, Captain Fonck is heavily encrusted with medals, palms and citations, as befits the youngest (aged 31) officer of the Legion of Honor, the "D'Artagnan of the Air." None shot down more planes than he, either during one day (6 for Fonck, with but 10 bullets each) or during the whole war (75 for Fonck, the first 32 without permitting a single bullet...
Married. Herbert Pulitzer, 30, youngest of the three sons of the late famed publisher of the New York World, Joseph Pulitzer; to Mrs. Gladys Munn Amory, of Washington, D. C. Since serving as an aviator in the World War, he has traveled through Russia as foreign correspondent for the World; hunted antelope in Northern Rhodesia; idled at Palm Beach, Paris. She, in 1913, married Charles Minot Amory, Boston social arbiter, graduate of Grpton, Harvard; she divorced...
...floor gave her a slight start, but her nerves were good; she chuckled and moved nearer. As she bent over the "corpse" uncertainty replaced the laughter in her generous face; her hand, moving very slowly, pushed back the dress that covered the breast of her youngest. The gash left by the woodpile ax was deep and scarlet. It had long since ceased to bleed. "Whee. . . ." A delighted shriek drifted in from the yard. The Ellison children and the big girls- from next door were now playing "frazzle-belly...