Word: forwarder
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Dates: during 1930-1930
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...TIME, usually accurate, gullibly repeats the tosh about Jehovah and the Continental Congress. Shall we look forward to the cherry tree tale next Washington's birthday...
...citizens sufficiently anxious for the nation to know the whole truth as to what constructive remedies may be suggested by so eminent a body of men and women as this Commission, that I shall be able to secure from private sources the $100,000 necessary to carry this work forward to completion...
...Newport. Skipper Harold Stirling Vanderbilt won three more trial races with his America's cup yacht, Enterprise. Weetamoe beat her once but Enterprise made her default, protesting interference. Whirlwind went back to the shipyard to have her mast moved forward a bit, her underbody (hastily finished) scraped and repainted. Whirlwind was hopelessly beaten, Yankee still proved fast off the wind. So far Enterprise seems likeliest to meet Sir Thomas Lipton's Shamrock V, though no trials have yet been sailed in a heavy wind. The formal elimination races come July 7 off Newport, the Cup races begin Sept...
...exit, another man stepped behind him, thrust a "belly-gun" (sawed-off revolver) close to the back of his head, fired a .38-calibre bullet through his brain. With the cigar still clenched in his teeth, the form sheet still clutched in his hand, the short, stocky man plunged forward on his face, dead. The killer leaped over the body, ran through the stupefied crowd, flung away the gun and a black silk left-hand glove (anti-finger print), disappeared in the swarm of Chicago's midtown traffic. A warm corpse lying in a bloody welter...
...third round Sharkey hit him hard four times on the jaw. Schmeling wobbled to the ropes, covered his face with his elbows, weathered the round. In the fourth he rushed at Sharkey as the latter led a hard uppercut at his body. As the punch landed. Schmeling fell forward, writhing, gripping his groin. Handlers and managers jumped into the ring. Referee Jim Crowley, thin, baldheaded, hatchet-faced, ran from corner to corner, asking the two ring judges what they thought. One judge had not seen the punch. The other, an optometrist named Harold Reade Barnes, insisted it was foul. Accordingly...