Word: windowed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...British and U. S. correspondents waited day after day in a draughty courtyard in the Rue de Crenelle playing cards, drinking beer, arguing, squabbling, waiting for Marshal Foch to die. Last week the identical men were waiting in another courtyard, across the Seine in the Rue Franklin beneath the window of Georges Clémenceau...
...invitations to the students! Sometimes a staff of several men has been kept working as late as 10 o'clock in the evening readdressing letters; and so great is the desire of the public for information that whenever there is a light burning in the evening from the window of our office, people rap at it in the vain hope that maybe we swill satisfy their desires...
...sporadic shrieks, bullets and curses. They were holding 16 guards as hostages. About 175 convicts, refusing to join "Danny Daniels' party," were huddled in the rear of the cellhouse. At 7 p.m., the bullet-torn body of J. J. Elles, the prison hangman, was hurled out of a window in Cellhouse No. 3. Rescuers rushed him to a hospital but he soon died. At 7:15 p.m. another punctured body was hurled out. It was Guard R. A. Williams, already dead. At 9:00 p.m. the hundreds of soldiers and citizens surrounding the prison yard saw a third dead...
...Southern Pacific is proud of many things, of its new cars kept cool in Southwestern deserts by special aluminum paint and anti-actinic window glass, of its freight service, so efficient that a carload of potted lilies recently went through without a pot broken or a single flower crushed. But its hospitals have long been its especial pride. Most roads maintain a staff of nurses and doctors with emergency stations at important terminals. Only three roads have their own hospitals: the Illinois Central, at Chicago, the Central of Georgia, at Savannah, and the Southern Pacific, at San Francisco (250 beds...
...Vancouver, B. C., one William Phillips went home late at night, read a novel called The Triple Murder. He arose, grabbed a hatchet, slew his son Eric, 4, his daughter Joan, 10. Then he made after his wife Lillian, who jumped out of a window...