Word: drunks
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Dates: during 1950-1950
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Parts of Mr. Orton's ears were missing. Captain James Cook of H.M.S. Endeavour was very much upset; his ship's clerk had been grossly abused. The poor fellow had gone to bed drunk in the ordinary way, and then someone had crept into his cabin and cropped his ears. There had been no witnesses, but on circumstantial evidence Captain Cook suspended a midshipman from duty for three weeks...
...help him to cash a check . . ." Eight or nine hotspots later, said Bollinger, they wound up at a "girly show," and the man who claimed to be governor still hadn't been able to cash a check. When he got too noisy the cops arrested him as a drunk, locked him up for six hours, let him out when he sobered up. Said the husky, family-man governor, father of five: "I just did some drinking like any other visitor. I guess I had too much." On second, sober thought, he told reporters that there was "something mysterious about...
...world, said Herbert Hoover to 1,800 U.S. editors and publishers in Manhattan, had drunk too deeply of the "mixed drinks" of three ghosts: "the shade of Karl Marx with his socialism, the shade of Mussolini with his dictated economy, the spook of Lord John Maynard Keynes with his . . . perpetual endowment for bureaucrats. And we have contributed an American ideology of giveaway programs. It might be called the New Generosity. It is not yet a ghost...
...half his book to life among the Matabele, Author Abrahams sacrifices continuity but hones both sides of a worthy theme: men of all races are brothers who seal their own doom when they resort to violence. "It is not only our people who are in darkness . . . who are made drunk by words and blood," declares a Matabele wise man with philosophical worldliness. "It is so everywhere, among all the nations . . . So mourn not . . . for the Matabele. If you must mourn, mourn for our world that is in darkness...
...could never have painted The Cry (a canvas bulging with Kafka-like horror which he did at 30), but neither could the young drunk have painted the Self-Portrait Between the Clock and the Bed that Munch did four years before his death. That picture of a human being cornered by old age would stand as one of his finest, freshest works...