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...Government agents, it appears that I may well paraphrase the words of Nathan Hale-my only regret is that I haven't enough remaining years to give my country." Immensely rich, newly humble Moses Annenberg was meat for Cartoonist Daniel Fitzpatrick, who in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch limned a pigmy Annenberg fleeing a gigantic and pursuing Uncle Sam, quipped: "Anybody making book on this race...
...telephoning this dispatch to Budapest with the phone in one hand and a gas mask in the other. . . . I can hear the wail of power-diving fighting ships and can see 14 German bombers slowly, steadily following the course of the Vistula River...
...oilman, Senator Joe Guffey. In announcing the Senate Foreign Affairs Committee's decision to quash the investigation, Senator Connally of Texas wisecracked: "We've just dry-cleaned Joe." == Call for this inquiry arose from stories written by top-flight Reporter Marquis Childs in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch, and by pretty Ruth Sheldon in the Saturday Evening Post. Mr. Guffey told the Senate he was "sure" Childs had "received other compensation for sending that story out than that which he receives from his regular employer," added that the same was "no doubt" true of Miss Sheldon. For these...
Great Britain, in accord with Anthony Eden's dictum to act tough, has lately adopted the Fascist strategy of muscle-making. Most effective display of bulging biceps was the dispatch of hundreds of bombers on nonstop trips to distant French destinations, flights which more than equaled the mileage to Berlin-as British newspapers were careful to point out. Responsible for the flights to France was Air Chief Marshal Sir Edgar Rainey Ludlow-Hewitt, head of the Bomber Command. Tall, spare, methodical, he is a practiced muscle flexer, for he has commanded the R. A. F. in Iraq and India...
...wore in his buttonhole-"for optimism"-a red carnation and a wee sprig of heather. Less light-hearted was Lieut. Baskervyle Glegg, whose job it was to take care of such military secrets as have so far escaped espionage. Lieutenant Glegg toted his responsibility in a steel dispatch case fastened to his wrist by a three-foot chain. Lieutenant Glegg was heavy of heart because he was, handcuffed to the future of Europe...