It was this big talk, not the persistent southwesterly breeze, that had prompted New York editor Charles Anderson Dana to nickname Chicago the Windy City.
It was so easy to disappear, so easy to deny knowledge, so very easy in the smoke and din to mask that something dark had taken root. This was Chicago, on the eve of the greatest fair in history.
Hitler looked like a suburban hairdresser on his day off.
But things were changing. Everywhere one looked the boundary between the moral and the wicked seemed to be degrading. Elizabeth Cady Stanton argued in favor of divorce. Clarence Darrow advocated free...
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There is no place suitable to my kind of mentality,
There are no heroes here, at least not of the Schindler’s List variety, but there are glimmers of heroism and people who behave with unexpected grace.
The story, too, tends to illustrate the end of the century.
The president of the United States, Benjamin Harrison, attended its grand opening.
The list of appetizers included stuffed eagles’ eggs.
Messersmith, in a dispatch, observed that even smart, well-traveled Germans will sit and calmly tell you the most extraordinary fairy tales.
It could be done, because it had to be done
In losing her he lost not merely his main source of companionship but also his primary adviser, whose observations he had found so useful in helping shape his own thinking.
In Minneapolis there had been only silence and the inevitable clumsy petitions of potato-fingered men looking for someone, anyone, to share the agony of their days. That
However strange or macabre some of the following incidents may seem, this is not a work of fiction.
How easy it was to disappear: A thousand trains a day entered or left Chicago.
Holmes was testing his power to bend the lives of people.
He signed the letter: George Washington Gale Ferris.
Coordination' occurred with astonishing speed, even in sectors of life not directly targeted by specific laws, as Germans willingly placed themselves under the sway of Nazi rule, a phenomenon that bec...
An all-swallowing wave, not unlike a surf comber on a beach, was rushing up the boat deck, enveloping passengers, boats, and everything that lay in its path, he wrote. A mass wail rose from those it e...