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...Columbians the race was the season's windup, except for a trial jaunt at Poughkeepsie, the Harvard swingers were rounding into form for the four-mile grind against Yale. The Lions had nothing to lose and kept slugging away at a 36 count as against the Crimson's faultless...
Germans particularly criticized the seedy air and ill-fitting clothes of Professor Dodd. They highly approved the arrival of Ambassador Wilson in faultless full dress, white tie and the black waistcoat correct in Europe on such occasions. Der Führer, although he addresses the Reichstag and makes nearly all his public appearances in the khaki of a simple Storm Trooper, received Ambassador Wilson dressed exactly like...
Herbert Ranson is duly overbearing as lean and hungry Cassias, and Morgan Farley in faultless as Casea, the mean, little conspirator, most envious of the man he helps to destroy. Vincent Donebus plays the part of Cinna the Poet, and amply justifies the expansion of his part. One of the strongest scenes in the present production is that in which he is carried off by the savage mob, futilely explaining that he is Cinna the Poet, not Cinna the Conspirator...
...later head of his own firm) desiring a chef, saw an advertisement, called at the address given, met a short, stocky, quiet, efficient-looking servant, whom he hired on the spot. For 14 years in Mr. Sears' Oyster Bay, L. I. home, Alfred Grouard was a faultless chef who in spare time read religious works, prayed, but never left the estate, never received a letter, visitor, telegram, telephone call. Year ago Alfred Grouard's health failed, but when Mr. Sears called a doctor, Grouard refused to be examined. Last February. Mr. Sears rented a room for his servant...
...Bath, Me., the moment lor which Mrs. Vanderbilt had been nerving herself finally arrived. Taking a firm grip on a ribboned bottle of champagne, she swung it briskly against the bow of what, in the Bath Iron Works, had theretofore been merely Hull No. 272. Cried she with faultless diction: "I christen thee Ranger." The hull slipped smoothly down its chute, flopped into the water, stern first, with a loud splash, and ten minutes later workmen swarmed aboard Ranger, warped back to the dock, to step her 163-ft. duralumin mast...