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Association of Patriotic American Citizens is what Mr. Reynolds called his movement. The button he will issue spells out VINDICATOR. A red-white-&-blue feather in the hat is a further insignia. Last week Senator Reynolds said he figured on 1,000,000 by June for a convention at St. Louis. He thought 5,000,000 would join eventually. Said he: "If I am selected to head the movement, I should be highly honored. This is a mass movement of Americans to restore America to Americans...
...whole less rich than the British Museum or the Berlin Ethnographic Museum, this outgrowth of the French Ethnographical Institute is rich in Zapotecan sculpture, Ooxocan ware and feather-mosaics from Mexico, particularly rejoices in several treasures: 1) the tallest (55-foot) British Columbian totem pole in captivity; 2) the world's finest bison-hide North American Indian paintings; 3) a fine, puma-headed statue from Bolivia, recently rescued from the Government Geology Laboratory, where it had reposed for 80 years as an interesting "sample of stone (undetermined...
...snows of the Big Horn Mountains. North it flows, joined by Salt Creek, Dugout Creek, Pumpkin Creek, Wild Horse Creek and Crazy Woman Creek. Bitterly alkaline, mushy with quicksand, flanked for 100 miles by badlands, Powder River is nothing compared with such rushing beauties as the Feather, the Snake, the Salmon...
...Manhattan's Roxy Theatre was tattered old Mrs. Edna Morss Allin Elliot. Whenever a new picture was being shown she went to the first showing. Each time she sat in the same front-row seat, decked out in quaint, shabby costumes with leg-o'-mutton sleeves and feather boas. Ten years ago, when Assistant Manager William J. Reilly first noticed her regular attendance, he arranged to have her admitted early to watch the rehearsals of the stage show...
Last night the Vagabond sat in his New room and reminisced. As idle driblets of thought and kaleidoscopic memories wafted their feather-like way through his brain, his gaze drifted around the many walls which encircle his new penthouse cubicle. Before him the desk, the calendar, the typewriter. Well enough; they had been so in the past. And there was the Falstaffian old leather Morris chair with its spinster companion, the ever slightly drunken bridge lamp, leaning confidentially over its shoulder--looking the same as ever. But will the old combination still breed the same pleasant spawn of thoughts...