Word: haggardness
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Dates: during 1930-1930
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...Joplin, Mo., a robber held up Mrs. Amy Haggard, filling station operator. Mrs. Haggard doused him with gasoline, he fired his revolver at her. The bullet missed Mrs. Haggard but the flame ignited the footpad's clothing, sent him away screaming, ablaze...
William David Haggard, 57, of Nashville. Tenn., "a leader in surgery in the South"; born. Nashville. Tenn., degree from University of Tennessee 1893; president...
Bishop Cannon sat on the platform with the other dozen Bishops. Against his chair leaned his crutch (he was injured recently in a motor accident). Few people in the audience could see beneath his bowed grey head, his haggard face. Feelings in the audience were mixed. There were those who resented the Bishop's political apostasy in the last presidential campaign (he a Democrat campaigned for Hoover, to defeat Smith, the Wet). There were those who despised him for "gambling" through a bucket shop, those who revered him for his skillful, devious, successful fight for Prohibition laws, those...
Under a scorching sun the trek continued. Mr. Gandhi's head and legs began to ache. At Nawagon, haggard and drooping, he stayed another night, urged the villagers to make and wear homespun clothes, to join the Disobedients. There he profoundly congratulated the eight "head men" who had cheerfully resigned as a protest against Vallabhai Patel's imprisonment. Next day, at Boriavi, he declared: "Money alone will not win self-government. If money could win, I should have obtained it long ago. What is required, therefore, is your blood." When he arrived at Nadiad, Mr. Gandhi sank to the ground...
...Haggard and with his wits somewhat at woozy ends, Earl Russell turned up at Cambridge. He apologized for not having a written speech prepared to read to the Laborites. He explained about the dog and they forgave him with hearty cries of "Hear, hear!" He began to speak ex tempore about India, and they bore with him. He went home supposing that politically everything was all right, and found that his dog was dead. Meanwhile raging Indian editors from Calcutta to Bombay were tearing out the whole front page, setting up in their biggest, blackest, angriest type such screamers...