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...accidentally killed a fellow who was making advances to his wife. As soon as he is free a truck hurts Davy Lee and the wandering story that is a framework for his sob is washed out again with a flood of tears. Jolson sings well, although without burnt cork, which he really needs, such ditties as "Little Pal" and an old one, "Back in Your Own Back Yard." The rest of the numbers will need a lot of plugging to make you remember them. Best shot: Marion Nixon telling Jolson what the manager proposed to her. Silliest shot: a doctor...
Another provision upon which Co-founder Cornell insisted?one more cause of opposition in the "burnt-over district"* ?was that the university should be a place "where persons of every religious denomination, or of no religious denomination, shall be eligible to attend." First-President White bore bravely into the teeth of booming gales of religion as well as pedantry to bring to Ithaca such outside figures as James Russell Lowell, Louis Agassiz, George William Curtis, Bayard Taylor, Theodore William Dwight, Goldwin Smith, as lecturers...
...earth. An uncertain red glow spreads along the skyline before us. Great heavies boom like an organ. Smaller shells howl, pipe, hiss. Searchlights sweep the dark sky, halt, quiver on a black insect? the airman. He falls. A bell rings?Gas! I remember the gas patients coughing out their burnt lungs in clots. I don my mask. Like a big, soft jellyfish the gas floats...
...private reception for the Kings. He got them to swear friendship, fealty, each to each, in a dozen dialects. Not only, however, did no help come from the U. S., but one night, soon after the reception, the warehouse containing Dean's whole fortune in ostrich feathers mysteriously burnt down. The feathers had not been insured. Dean's life work lay in the ruins...
...curled on the floor. The butt of Operator Bazarnov's cigaret fell to the ground. In an instant the projector and the doorway were a mass of flames. Bazarnov, singed, fled for his life. A pitiful few escaped through a trapdoor to the floor below, but 120 were burnt alive. Wild-eyed peasants, unable to save their friends, rushed to the home of Sergius Wjarasmutkin. It was his factory, he must be to blame. Wjarasmutkin was beaten, stoned. At last the bleeding factory manager was thrown screaming into the blazing ruins...