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...sound public policy to ask the wheat farmer to leave his land idle to permit an expansion of the agricultural implement trade in foreign countries so as to enable those countries to better compete with the American wheat farmer?" On the platform beside him Chairman Legge clamped his cigar, made no answer. When his turn to speak came he explained that the Farm Board had already sunk in wheat twice the crop's proportionate share of the $500,000,000 stabilization fund. Said he: "Fellow farmers! At least I hope some of you are farmers. . . . Are you fellows mendicants...
...Senate lobby. Looking down on him from the ceiling was the gaudy optic which guides explain is the "Eye of God" looking down on all that happens in that room. The President was ahead of time. Senators and Representatives flocked in, shook his hand. He smiled, puffed on a cigar, looked happy. Soon these Congressmen and after them the Senators would be out of Washington and then Washington would be a more habitable place...
...last clerks laid three bills on the table in the centre of the room. The President sat down, put aside his cigar, signed the Veterans Pension Act, the District of Columbia Appropriation Act, the Second Deficiency Appropriation Act. He had won legislative victories on all three. Then he said: "Good night, gentlemen," and returned to the White House...
...guise of a muddled old lady while making notes for robbery. Later, when his associates have committed a murder, Echo takes the witness stand as Mrs. O'Grady to save a youth unjustly accused of a crime committed by Echo's partners. Harry Earles, sucking a cigar, appears again in the amazingly sinister role of the murderous midget. Lila Lee sobs convincingly as Echo's girl. Lon Chaney, speaking as ventriloquist, parrot, old lady or Echo, is as successful in disguising his vocal cords as he has always been in distorting his appearance. Best sound: the break...
...beautiful Chinese urn had been smashed. A chair had been hurled through a studio window. Someone had danced on the polished floor with hobnails. There were nine burns from abandoned cigarets in the expensive rug. A drink had been spilled in the grand piano. Someone had left a lighted cigar on a mahogany side table. An entire bottle of ginger ale had been prankishly poured on a beautiful chair upholstered in brocaded silk. An arm had been chipped from a bit of statuary Mme Clore had brought from Italy. A moustache had been pencilled on the lip of her late...