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...embrace the task of wresting precious tickets from the hands of those whose God-given work it would seem to be to keep them hidden in the filling cases on Harvard Street. Then there is the bitter disappointment when he reaches for the flagon, and finds only the flask...
...champion was biding his time, waiting to put away his opponent, as previously advertised in most Metropolitan sport sections. The crowd pleaded tearfully "Stay with him, Mickey, stay with him boy!'' But those whose view of the match was not distorted through the bottom of a pint flask realized that the tide was turning. They were right...
...hideous waste of money to build Mr. Garner's postoffices. But radical it would not be. The pork barrel is one of our most ancient institutions. . . . Mr. Garner's money lending plan was a cruel deception; it was like offering everyone a drink out of a half-pint flask. His projects reflect upon his judgment but they do not challenge the foundations of the existing social order. . . . Mr. Garner's measures would simply make capitalism work somewhat more badly than it is now working. . . . He is the sort of man who, finding his car stalled on the road, would think...
There were angry mutterings along the stag lines and in the flask-fragrant coatroom. Blood had long been bad between the natty law students and the virile engineers. When it was learned that Burnis Frederick and three other law students had abducted Miss Butterfield, taken her from Columbia to Moberly, Mo., the engineers were hot indeed. Three days later eleven of them set upon Burnis Frederick and a companion. Was Burnis Frederick a milk sop? Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang! went his revolver. Down went three of the avengers of Mary Butterfield: Jerry Cebe, captain-elect of the wrestling...
...where has been Mrs. Stalin's secret. Last week Correspondent Barnes discovered her in the All-Union Industrial Academy at Moscow. When Mr. Barnes entered the Academy's laboratory two male students were assisting a female classmate to heat a mess of chemicals in a small flask. The earnest female wore a laboratory smock. Intent on her experiment, she would not be interviewed. Such is the First Red Lady...