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...Football crowds should rise as one man and sing hymns of praise to God instead of drinking and carousing," exclaimed Gipsy Smith, hard-hitting English evangelist. "Some strong man is needed to start such a custom here in America today. Someone should rise and say, 'We are all Christians--let us show it by singing 'Nearer My God To Thee' or 'Abide With Me.' Knute Rockne could have done it," declared Mr. Smith...
...France, sweeter still was the prospect of publicity in Manhattan where most transatlantic tourist trade originates. From England therefore, the Normandie brought Donor Hales, his capacious wife, the Duke, and sleek Gualtiero Fedrigoni, Italian Line manager in London. Delayed at the dock because he forgot to fill out a custom's declaration, Mr. & Mrs. Hales finally hustled off to the Waldorf-Astoria for the night. On the way, the perky little M. P. espied his Trophy glittering in the Italian Line window. Bubbled he: "Fancy that...
...ordinary: 1) the first Speaker of the House, bewigged, pompous Frederick Muhlenberg, copied by Samuel B. Waugh from an earlier portrait by Joseph Wright; 2) Champ Clark, best-known Speaker, by Boris Gordon; 3) Thomas B. Reed, which happened to be painted by John Singer Sargent. By custom, the family of the Speaker may suggest artists for the portrait but the Library Committee makes the final choice...
...absent bridegroom. Conqueror of Yahya the Imam of Yemen last year (TIME, May 14, 1934), creator and builder of modern Arabia, towering, bespectacled Ibn Saud has married and divorced more than 100 times, has never exceeded the limit of four wives at one time allowed him by sacred custom...
...game was a pushover for the Rods, who at no time encountered even so much as a scoring threat from the Indians. But, as is the custom, the game was one thrill after another from the end to the beginning, the crowd hired to watch the J.V. game with Holy Cross all being attracted to what the CRIMSON called its field...