Word: harmless
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1920-1929
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Girls Wanted-Charming, harmless...
Indiana. (Two Senators to be elected.) Senators James E. Watson and Arthur R. Robinson, Republicans, oppose Albert Stump and Evans Woollen, Democrats. Indiana, too, was once a state thought safe for the G. O. P. Then along came a harmless-looking newspaperman, Thomas H. Adams, with a fabulous story of Ku Klux Klan "super-government" in the ranks of Hoosier Republicanism. His charges have not yet been proved, but they make good campaign material. Last week Senator James A. Reed, wary slush bloodhound, stalked into Indiana for one day, long enough to hear Senators Watson and Robinson deny any connection...
Thomas H. Adams, a venerable, harmless-looking newspaperman living in Vincennes, Indiana, had known certain things for a long time. He has gone about getting documents and putting them into a black brief case. One David Curtis Stephenson was tried in Indianapolis for murdering a girl. While the trial went on, Mr. Adams's brief case grew fatter. He asked Governor Jackson to investigate some charges in support of which he, Mr. Adams, would be very glad to bring forward documents. The Governor did not seem to think an investigation was necessary. Mr. Adams then got himself appointed head...
...more cheerful souls who had forgotten their Greek translated, "Bad News." The publishers were S. Baldwin & Co. of Cambridge, a non-luminous fact. "Abbott Lawrence Lowell, President of Harvard," read the first sentence, "will be 70 years old on December 13 of this year." What axiom could be more harmless? "He has occupied his high office for 17 years, has accomplished many striking and notable changes in the life of the University, has donated ... a considerable part of his personal fortune. . . ." True, true. But then, ah, then came the sting. "The time is certainly not far distant," wrote the unmentionable...
...contracted the habit of repairing to a cave in the hills nearby, sometimes alone, sometimes with his elderly wife or a slave, to perform secret things for days at a time. Perhaps, it was thought, he was counterfeiting. But this Mohammed, a shambling wight of 40, was a standing, harmless joke. Epileptic as a boy, he had later acquitted himself with notable lack of distinction in the trading caravans. He was no fighter. A rich widow, years his senior, enamored of his stature and features, had taken him unto her, a slothful, pampered husband. If he were counterfeiting...