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Fire last week destroyed a new addition to the building where the U. S. Army has its Washington headquarters. Officers looking for the cause guessed at everything from cigaret butts on awnings to saboteurs. Wags had another theory: sparks, set a-flying when somebody mentioned Captain Melvin Maynard Johnson...
...Poughkeepsie railroad station, a few loafers, hands in pockets, gazed blankly at the big open touring car (license District of Columbia 101), its tan top up against the chill. The country's first citizen, bundled in a grey topcoat, sat alone in the car. Franklin Roosevelt smoked a cigaret and waited, inhaling great puffs, waving the cigaret sweepingly after each draw...
...Poughkeepsie station President Roosevelt smoked calmly until the train from the north came in-green coaches emblazoned with the Canadian crest. Protocol-Master George Thomas Summerlin dropped his hand-rolled, brown-paper cigaret, brushed off his pencil-stripe trousers, walked down the station stairs to greet the tweedy Guards-mustached Earl of Athlone, Governor General of Canada, his wife, Princess Alice, their daughter, Lady May Abel Smith...
...found. Two years ago a mild-mannered little Trenton, N. J. shoe-store owner named Barney Josephson (no kin to Author Matthew Josephson) opened a subterranean nightclub in downtown Manhattan. He wanted the kind of place where people like himself would not be sneered at by waiters, cigaret and hat-check girls, or bored by a commercial girl show. He called it Café Society, and turned loose some excellent comic artists (among them Peggy Bacon, William Gropper) to plaster its walls with jibes against cafe socialites-who returned the compliment by staying away. Nevertheless, Cafe Society made money...
...said, 'Wouldn't it be funny if one of those comics hid in that suit of armor in the hallway?' Gilbert Pratt looked at me and said, 'What for?' I said, 'And then when the professor walks in and he throws his cigaret away, and he throws it in the suit of armor, look what will happen. . . .' That started me on the career of what you call writing...