Word: fallen
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...invariably permeate the atmosphere of any college daily, one fact makes itself obvious: namely, that in a University composed of many different schools and institutions to the total of eight thousand of more students, no opinion can be typical of the whole. The number of undergraduate dailies that have fallen by the wayside in the attempt to strike the "typical undergraduate opinion" is legion...
Because he would not tell the New Jersey legislature how he made his fortune, Mayor Frank Hague of Jersey City was arrested for contempt. Last week his great & good Democratic friend Vice-Chancellor John J. Fallen of New Jersey quashed his arrest as unconstitutional. Promptly Mayor Hague sailed for Europe in the imperial suite of the S. S. Berengaria...
...last previous representative of Red Russia in London was Soviet Chargé d'Affaires A. P. Rosengolz. He was given his walking papers by the since-fallen Conservative Government two Junes ago (TIME, June 12, 1927). As M. Rosengolz hurried into Victoria Station to catch his boat train, he was cheered by a delegation of British Laborites led by jovial Arthur Henderson, then Minister of State for Home Affairs. "Hullo, old fellow!" boomed Mr. Henderson, and warmly wrung the parting Comrade's hand...
...about to throw it I would hold the bomb by the handle, so, and would pull out this pin. I keep the arm stiff and throw over my head with this motion-" Something tinkled to the floor. By accident the safety pin, loosened unconsciously by young Lieutenant Jovice had fallen out. Brave Lieutenant Jovice knew what to do. "Drop to the floor!" he barked. "It will not explode for five seconds!" He stepped to the window. The courtyard below was filled with other soldiers drilling in the hot sun. To throw the grenade out would kill a dozen men. Gritting...
Returned before St. Peter's, the Pope dismounted. Night had fallen. In the glow of spotlights he walked solemnly to a bronze altar set before a tapestry of the Last Supper. Canticles were intoned by 6,000 voices. To the kneeling thousands the elevation of the host was announced by a salvo of bugles. The Pope raised his arms heavenward, thrice blessed the throng. Then, remounting the podium, he was borne into the awesome, shadowed basilica. As he passed, the dark façade blazed with torches...