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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...tumulation (burial) of the Holy Father, a scattering of candles lit St. Peter's, in whose dim, religious light sat several thousand invited diplomats, nobles, churchmen and Vatican functionaries. The clergy of the Basilica committed Pius XI to his God with the same prayers chanted for humble sinners. Thirty-seven Cardinals gazed for the last time at the Pope's shrunken visage, then descended to St. Peter's crypt while workmen fastened down the wooden coffin-lids, soldered the leaden one. (They ran out of solder, held up the tumulation until more was found.) Finally...
...desk and write in those great red and black law notchooks. Next came Phil who worked just as hard as Gregory, but he seemed to enjoy it a little more. He would sink deep into the armchair, suck on his pipe which was seldom lit, and nod at the thick volume propped up on his knees. Sometimes it was hard to tell if he was asleep or just reading...
Hopkins. No paler, no more haggard than usual, Harry Hopkins stepped to the witness chair knowing that, unlike Frankfurter and Murphy, he was going to receive a going-over. With an air of deliberate calm he lit cigaret after cigaret; inhaled deeply; exhaled slowly; looked saturninely at his questioners from lowered brows; stroked his jaw; hunched his shoulders; thrust out his chin-a homely figure...
Victim of "one of those goddam spurious Irish colleges," Carroll as a young man lit out for Glasgow. There for 15 years, living in the slums himself, he taught slum children about "who discovered America and other such nonsense." He wrote plays which got a hearing at Dublin's famed Abbey Theatre, but brought in little income. England and Scotland ignored him. The U. S. success of Shadow and Substance last year gave Carroll his first independence, enabled him to quit teaching, buy an old country villa...
...centre of the pit. Then, at a command from the referee, the handlers returned to opposite sides of the pit, crouched down and, at the command "Pit your cocks," let their birds go. In a split second the cocks were five feet in the air. beak to beak. They lit and leaped again, dancing up & down in a swirl of feathers, the lightning death strokes of their steel gaffs* too quick for the human...