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...were gobbled up at the fancy price of 25? a pound. Rice, a staple of Hawaii's diet, was scarce. There was barely enough canned milk to feed the babies and scarcely enough feed to keep livestock and chickens alive. Mrs. Dorothy Lai had to close her little chop suey joint for lack of food, and with it went her life savings. Edmund Locke, whose small farm-equipment agency nearly went on the rocks during last year's I.L.W.U. West Coast strike, gave up this time. "I'm busted," said Locke sadly. Union pickets marched under...
...Hawkings home (called "The Limit," because it is the last house on Shanghai's southwestern boundary) at once became a front-line position. Nationalist soldiers pulled down fences all around, dug trenches through neighboring gardens, put neighboring houses to the torch. When one group of soldiers started to chop down Mrs. Hawkings' trees, she told them: "We've lived in this house for 27 years and brought up five daughters here, and we can't have this sort of thing going on." The soldiers, overwhelmed by her bearing and her perfect Chinese, obediently put away their...
...uniform. In one scene, MacDermott is seen sitting in a booty-bulging castle, listening to stock exchange quotations, while his wife has her portrait painted. Upon hearing that timber prices are rising in England, the alert army wife gives the general a shrewd tip: "Have the Germans chop down their forests around the city and ship the wood to be sold in England. What have you been appointed a general for if you can't make...
...proxy votes to kill a proposal to move the annual meeting to Manhattan. Olds's action roused Stockholder Wilma Soss (five shares), who recently founded the Federation of Women Shareholders in American Business, Inc. Mrs. Soss had come to the meeting dressed in a 1901 costume with mutton-chop sleeves and ostrich-plumed hat. As Chairman Olds and President Benjamin F. Fairless listened in polite boredom, Stockholder Soss sassed them. Her costume, she said, was appropriate for a management "50 years behind the times in stockholder relations...
...seems to catch a bit of fuzz, her prose blurs a little, and the feelings of the son, his ex-wife and her new husband fog up. And her last-minute attempt to knit the son's tragedy to the world situation is a piece of synthetic, Freudian chop-logic as far-fetched as saying that a tug on an umbilical cord will ultimately release an atom bomb...