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...should go to the summer school just once. So I said what I could and went up to University and asked J--. I asked for a catalogue and got one and brought it down to read. And, to quote a subtitle from Corinne Griffith's last--I was as breathless as listerine when I found what I could take...
...according to Dr. Coupal, health-endangering ?performance during the weeks before and after Easter, the President was saved 30,000 shakes. ¶ In a talk to a luncheon club Dr. Coupal advanced the theory that everyone should exercise three times a day to the point of being breathless. This advice, however, Mr. Coolidge is not believed to follow. ¶ The President indicated to pressmen that the U. S. will not accept the invitation received last week to send a U. S. representative to Geneva, Sept. 1, to discuss under the auspices of the League the Senate's World Court...
Thus Mary Lewis, an orphan, ran away from her adopted parents-the Rev. and Mrs. William Fitch of Little Rock, Ark.-to become a chorus girl. The stair that creaked in that breathless dawn seven years ago still creaks, loudly and efficiently, as people pass up and down on household business. But last week Mary Lewis, current sensation of the Metropolitan Opera company and supreme example of What May Happen to a Chorus Girl, went back to Little Rock...
...Breathless the CRIMSON representative suggested Mary, Queen of Scots, Lady Macbeth, Lillie Kupps, all the great figures of histrionc history. She looked disdainful. "I have wanted"--here her lustrous eyes maintained their Tustre--"I have always wanted to play Cinderella--and Betty Bronson has that cinched." The reporter manipulated a sympatic handkerchief. "To be Cinderella--even in Boston on Washington Street--that would be something." The reporter acquiesced; after all it would be something. But he had another thought...
...Manhattan drawing room bloomed with soft red light. A company of people, stained with the same grave color, sat staring at a pair of red plush curtains. It was a breathless moment. Once the curtains, brushed from behind by a moving shape, vaguely stirred, and then an excited whisper rippled over the red room and vanished in diminishing circles of sound, as if a crumb had been dropped into a pool of claret...