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...Manhattan, Colyumist Elsie McCormick of the World told last week of a practicable use for live eels, also for umbrella covers. Procedure: place the eel in the umbrella cover, attach the umbrella cover to the rear of a Mephistopheles costume, go to a fancy dress ball...
...lost his "plate" at the height of the excitement and had to scramble for it in full view of all. To avoid ostentation and accidents, the vacation motorcade was strung out in pairs of cars or singly. The five-day itinerary was Palo Alto to Bull Flat in the Eel River Valley; to Medford, Ore.; to Hornbrook, Calif., on the Klamath River; then back to San Francisco by rail, and by motor to Palo Alto again. In the spectacular Redwood country the Nominee sat by a camp fire, told stories, smoked a pipe. Cameramen begged for a "shot...
...James Thomas ("Tom Tom") Heflin, who mortally hates and fears the Roman Pope, and denounced the Smith campaign fund as the "most corrupt ever used in a Presidential campaign." Senator Heflin wanted the Senate to investigate. He said: "I want to get Jimmy Walker first. He is the slickest eel in the pond." Mayor Walker of New York ignored Senator Heflin. From Iowa came the Smith men's report of expenses: about $1 per precinct...
...saying half as much in the medieval days of Innocent III, a Roman Catholic priest might have been unfrocked, nibbled by rats, burned at the stake. But today, under Pius XI, who is an eel & an ogre only to such as Senator Heflin, these statements were applauded by great & good Catholics. They were made last week by the Rev. Francis P. Duffy before the National Republican Club in Manhattan. Father Duffy, no obscure clergyman, was Roman Catholic chaplain of the famed 69th Regiment of New York ("the fighting Irish") during the World War, was advisor to Governor Alfred Emanuel Smith...
...RARE BEN JONSON?Byron Steel?Knopf ($3). ". . . Ben tries in vain to spear an eel with the newly-invented fork, and in exasperation flings the fork across the room. With his large hand he dips up an eel from its greasy dish and conveys it drippingly to his mouth. He smacks his lips loudly, and washes the eel down with a deep tankard of Canary. . . . "Ben sleeps heavily, and awakes the next morning in a dripping sweat, but with brave notions. . . . He always writes under these conditions. His drunken, salty sweat seems to bring him inspiration." Thus Author Steele...