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...line into Canada, Victoria householders turned on their porch lights as beacons. By 110'clock Thomas was safely past Race Rocks, usually a tidal trap but now beneficently calm. At 1 o'clock he shouted: "It sure is cold." A few minutes later: "How'm I doin'? I want the truth now." Replied a voice from the King Bacardi: "You've caught 1½ miles in the last 20 minutes." A little later Thomas called out: "You fellas got nothing to worry about. Sit back and relax...
...time in Chicago I wentinto a store run by Harold Rubin at 520 South State Street to buy a $1 necktie, an' he says where you from? An' I says I'm from Texas. An' he says what you doin' here? I says selling coffee farms. An' he says my instinct tells me this is a good deal, I'll buy one." To date, Johnson has sold 63 farms, worth nearly...
...trade had already passed its peak. Paris-trained Miller's paintings of a fur trappers' rendezvous, done with blue-tinted mountains in the romantic manner of Delacroix, are the only surviving pictorial records of the mountain men's great annual blowouts of drinking, fighting, "squaw doin's" and trading. The Swiss painter Charles Bodmer, first artist to travel up the Missouri past the Yellowstone, included in his careful watercolors of the fierce Plains warriors, dramatic sketches of other tribesmen already demoralized and debauched by drink, decaying on the outskirts of the white man's settlements...
...They're all doin' it for the money. I'm gonna be eighty-three years old next Friday and I got connections with the government, and they're all in it for the money. That one with the glasses, see 'im, scratchin' himself, he's makin' a lot of money. Notice the way he talks so slow...
...spot and caught the thief in action. Reed was showered with glass as the boy made a break for it through the window, but had his microphone ready as the thief struggled with Perkins, then cried and whimpered ("My mother'11 kill me, I wasn't doin' nothin'."). At the station house, Reed was again ready with his recording equipment as the boy's mother wailed for minutes and then, in subdued tones, told of the anguish of sitting at home, waiting for her son's return: "I've been up almost...