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...list of patronesses is as follows: Mrs. Walter E. Clark, Mrs. William Ferguson, Mrs. Milman Perry, and Mrs. Clyde Kluckholm...
...week a pair of grand juries had succeeded in thoroughly besmirching the pretty picture of tall corn, prize hogs, rollicking State fairs and honest farmers which Iowa presents to the world. The juries' findings pointed to such corruption in high offices as to put the Democratic Administration of Governor Clyde LaVerne Herring in definite political danger in a State normally topheavy with Republicans...
...Moines, visiting Iowa's Governor Clyde LaVerne Herring with their father, Curtis Bean Dall, Anna Eleanor ("Sistie") and Curtis Roosevelt ("Buzzie") Dall asked their host to help them do a trick. Governor Herring thrust his hand through the hinge crack of an open door, had a large glass of water placed between his fingers. Unable to pull his hand out without dropping the glass, Governor Herring held it for several minutes while the Dall children whooped & hollered with delight. Then the Governor's 5-year-old grandson took the glass from his flustered grandfather...
Pinko, idea-popping Professor Clyde R. Miller of Teachers' College, Columbia, who gives teachers as much advice per year as any man in the U. S., last week advised them what to read to see the news in clear focus. For the "intelligent teacher" he prescribed the New York American (Right Wing), New York Times or Herald Tribune (Centre), Daily Worker (Left Wing), World-Telegram, Post or Sun (school pages). To this he added magazines: New Masses (Extreme Left), Nation or New Republic (Left Centre), American Observer or TIME (facts), America, Commonweal, Christian Century (religion), Social Frontier (progressive education...
Hard-bitten Round-the-World Flyer Clyde Pangborn fired tracer bullets into a pile of Solene, which looks like greasy brown sugar. The flaming missiles snuffed out. Big Mr. Prussin then thrust a burning torch within three (inches of the pile. The stuff did not catch fire until he touched the torch to it, and then only reluctantly, like a stick of damp wood...