Word: sheriffs
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...about four o'clock in the morning he heard someone knocking at his door; when he went to open it he was overpowered, bound by three men who had already entered the house and were hiding in the hall. His wife, hearing the scuffle, telephoned to Sheriff Robinson. The Sheriff found the jail yard filled with squatting figures. He was admitted through the front door, knocked down, laid beside Jailer Taylor. The visitors drove off with their dark, gibbering prey...
...Adorable Liar. A delicate mechanism is the young girl of romantic hallucinations. Only a kindly sheriff and a sensitive audience can really understand. When she stirs a mob to a manhunt, excites even domestic Aunt Josephine to the point of exclaiming, "I'd rather lynch than lunch," it takes all the sensible characters in the play to straighten out the situation. Suspense attains impressive proportions as bloodhounds draw near Karrie's bedroom where a knight errant is being irreproachably entertained. Unlike most other current comedies, this one strives to root its action in human nature rather than...
...Lillie Barber, sheriff of Texarkana, Ark., arose from bed, donned a kimono, opened the door in response to insistent ringing. The tall, dark, handsome man at the door spoke quietly, "Please lock me up. I have killed two men and wounded another...
Keenie Wagner, alias Harvey Logan, alias "Texas Slim," confessed killer of deputy-sheriff Mclntosh at McClain, Miss.; of two police officers at Kingsburg, Tenn., wagged garrulously of the $3,000 reward on his capture as Sheriff Lillie put him in a county cell. Asked why he surrendered, "Texas Slim" said: "The novelty.... I never gave up to a woman before...
...little dun dogs peered through slack, seamy, deep-set eyes, sniffed eagerly. Five hundred and two armed men followed. They shook trees, stuck sticks up hollow logs- suddenly licked parched lips as the hounds began to whimper. They were looking for Judge Powell, Negro. Fool, he had slain Sheriff Dooley. Now they had found him. He whimpered as the hounds leapt about him, yelped. He cowered in the cotton field. Guns spat. He shrieked, groaned, died. Little dun dogs closed in, sniffed eagerly. At Wytheville, Va., last week gentry stormed the county jail; shot Raymond Bird, 31, Negro; hanged...