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...seadrome a floating dock was borrowed, effectively remodeled, towed out into the Baltic. There it did much to substantiate the arguments against real seadromes. In the first storm encountered it snapped its anchor cables. For the flying deck scenes, for which the dock was unsuited, the company chartered the dot-like island of Oie. With 4,000 tons of steel, 60 men and ten weeks time, a platform 1,000 ft. long and 450 ft. wide was built over the island and its 17 inhabitants. On the platform was deposit a fleet of airplanes and 3,000 extras. An ocean...
...TIME isn't delivered "on the dot" in our mailbox it invariably costs me 15?, because she goes straight to the drug store and buys an extra...
...taking bribes in the City Trust Co. scandal. He convicted Anti-Saloon Leaguer William H. Anderson of forgery. He prosecuted bail bond racketeers, crooked milk inspectors, big-time thugs-with 80% convictions. He was in charge of the District Attorney's office in 1923 when Anna Marie ("Dot King") Keenan, Broadway "sweetie," was murdered. For days he withheld from the Press the name of John Kearsley Mitchell, "Dot King's" benefactor, son-in-law of Morgan Partner Edward Townsend Stotes-bury, to save Mitchells family from "needless humiliation and suffering...
...complain of his lack of ardor, respected and feared his virility. But Harry had such a winning way with him that his boss never fired him permanently, and once when Harry threatened to quit, surprised him by begging him to stay. Durham got so fond of Harry that when Dot, a "dudine" from the East, invaded the sanctity of the woods and took Harry's mind hopelessly off his work, Durham went crazy with jealousy. With a conveniently sprained ankle confining Dot to Harry's cabin they were just on the verge of a happy beginning when...
...Thompson of Barberton, Ohio owns a blue alarm clock. One day last month his wife noticed that a spider, which she described as a "tiny black dot," had somehow got between the face and the glass. From minute hand to hour hand the insect stretched and tethered its silky strands. The hands moved on, tore them asunder. Next hour the spider tried again; again the hands revolved, destroyed. The spider was still trying when the alarm sounded next morning. Friends & neighbors came to watch as day by day the hands grew fusty with gossamer. Each night C. C. Thompson wound...