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Anyone who would like the Cumberland Terrace mansion in which Mrs. Simpson lived can rent it at $210 for Coronation week. The late great Earl of Birken-head's son's house may be had for May and June at an asking price of $1,500 on agreement to feed the six Birkenhead servants and pay their combined wages of $150 per month-and at that the young Earl is "open to offers." Today Manhattan agents are loaded up with such London houses, report "little or no demand"; but U. S. Ambassador to Soviet Russia and Mrs. Davies...
Such a dilemma confronted Rev. J. Fred Johnson of Cumberland Presbyterian Church in Chattanooga, Tenn. last fortnight when a deacon informed him that Mary Katherine Prince and Frank Otto Cotton Jr. had been married-properly, by a Georgia clergyman-for two years. They had kept it secret from all but a handful of friends and Preacher Johnson had to break the news to the bride's mother. Thinking of the 500 engraved invitations, the church decorations, the reception at her home, Mother Prince fainted. When she revived, she discussed the matter with Preacher Johnson until near dawn...
...George Van Horn Moseley had an even bigger responsibility for on his bank are most of the big river cities, the once great steamboat towns: Memphis, Vicksburg, Natchez, New Orleans. He divided his front into three sectors with headquarters at Nashville (which had its own high waters on the Cumberland), Jackson, Miss., and New Orleans...
...mess, boys, but I'm going to get you out and take care of you!" He then telephoned Washington, for not only troops but also doctors from the U. S. Public Health Service to help set up a prison camp on the State Insane Asylum Grounds. Tennessee. The Cumberland, one of the nation's most picturesque streams, went ugly in Middle Tennessee. At Clarksville (pop. 9.200) the river reached an alltime high of 62 ft.. 24 ft. above flood stage...
...influence of the frontier in American history has been sufficiently overworked to be regarded as no longer novel; Mr. Seldes, in a charmingly written, yet somewhat prolix production naively presents an emasculated re-examination as the key to America's way out. Again we stand at the Cumberland Gap to hear the pounding of the buffalo feet, the tread of the Indian, the tone of the oxcart--and in many more pages than Turner's memorable paragraph. Because of the frontier America need become neither Fascist nor Communist. Just what it will become, Seldes veils in a murky optimism...