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...drown themselves. Roman officers used to place the haft of their swords on the ground and fall upon the upturned point. Gaius Petronius cut his wrists before company. Nero's other exquisites got into warm baths before they cut theirs. The warm water was to prevent the final chill of death. The Greeks drank hemlock. Chinese spite their neighbors by drowning themselves in the neighbors' wells. Other Chinese methods: over-smoking opium, sucking in a sheet of gold leaf to clog the windpipe...
...flowers, the birds and the trees are a never-ending mystery of enchanting excitement for us. In our time we have done our Bit; but just now we are cynics, made bitter by the vagaries of the so-called elements and by the approach of Divisionals whose wintry threats chill our marrow and send us to the movies, the theatre, and the Bottle for unsatisfactory relief...
...rise at the Easter sunrise service in Arlington National Cemetery's amphitheatre whither went President & Mrs. Hoover. A chill, misty drizzle fell on the President's bare head until a military aide found an umbrella to hold over...
Like many & many an experimenter before him, one Willard Edward Blain of New London, Conn, strapped himself to an arrangement of batlike wings one chill dawn last week and tried to flap through space. About 100 spectators, including a squad of newsmen and photographers, watched as the inventor poised, 5-11. wings outspread, on the rail of a highway bridge over the Thames River. Presently he took off, plunked straight down 35 feet into the icy water. Extricating himself with difficulty, Bat Man Blain was picked up by a motorboat from which he proudly dove again into the water...
Mellow firelight flickered about the office of the Secretary of the Treasury one morning last week, dappling its black leather arm chairs, glinting on the glass doors of its bookcases and softening the chill rain that fell outside. Behind his broad mahogany desk sat Andrew William Mellon, his thin patrician face a mask to his own reflections. Around the big room were scattered Treasury newshawks attending what would probably be their last press conference with this shy little man puffing meditatively on a black cigar no bigger than a cigaret. His career as Secretary of the Treasury was over; President...