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Suspended from office for letting corruption burgeon under his nose, Sioux City's Mayor William Dukes Hayes complained that he was too busy to act as "a cop on the corner," last week found a district judge who agreed with him, dismissed an action for his removal...
...other was the Canadian Supreme Court's bland, blue-eyed, brilliant Justice Lyman Poore Duff, who relaxes for sleep with calculus problems and long corresponded in Greek with the late Lord Haldane. Years passed. Justice Duff was upped to Chief Justice of Canada. Justice Van Devanter saw burgeon in the U. S. a New Deal. Prohibition passed and the I'm Alone, rotting at the bottom of the Gulf of Mexico, was forgotten by all save the aging commissioners...
...rich fudge squares called "Lukers," washed down by Coca-Cola. Beer is too expensive and sale of hard liquor near the campus is forbidden by State law. But almost any Illini can tell the stranger where to get a pint of "corn." And the young philosophy and romance which burgeon in a luxurious Student Union, in 124 dormitories, fraternity & sorority houses and in Fords parked amid the cornfields would be familiar as the alphabet...
...majority of our republicans, accustomed to journalism as debauched by the Hearst dailies, find the British newspaper a very dreary does indeed. Advertisements burgeon on the front page; there is everywhere a dignified and matter of fact taciturnity, a kind of well bred reluctance to arrest the attention which verges on the point d'honneur. Of recent years Lord Harmsworth, Mr. Pearson, and the intolerable Bottomley have made a hearty and sincere attempt to remedy this; they have told a great number of lies, often on important things, they have raved and stamped their feet and babbled in the true...
Suddenly he turns a corner, steps into the full of the strong wind coming out of the southward dusk, laden with the odors of vegetative must. A crabbed, sea-green foam of new leaves leaps about him, bursting through the brown screen of the late-winter town; the hedges burgeon strangely bright and noticeable about him, bristling with immaculate greenness. Through the ploughing wind he walks, feeling like a dog whose hair is blown back straight over his eyes, caressed and washed by the rapid air. Only now, through the deep blue dusk, a press of desire comes upon...