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...party government. The undergraduate has confined his activities chiefly within his academic walls. There are several reasons why this should be. The land is too comfortable to warrant dramatic causes. Citizens are not unduly oppressed by enthroned monarchs. Dukes carriages, bowling along the high-ways, do not crush flaxen haired blue eyed girls. The issues which are presented are too prosaic to merit the opposition or support of armed force. There is something inadequate about a secret society founded to oppose the censoring of Joyce's "Ulysses...
...special train took the Speaker home to Cincinnati. Into ivy-clad "Rookwood," the old-fashioned family residence on a green knoll, was carried the grey casket. Waiting there was Mrs. Longworth's stepmother, Mrs. Theodore Roosevelt Sr. Also there was a little girl with flaxen curls. Paulina could hardly understand when Mother took her in her arms, told her gently that Father was dead. ... To the house came the President of the U. S. who bowed his head and moved his lips silently. Also came the Vice President,* members of the Cabinet, a dozen Senators, nearly 100 members...
Savior-hero of Alsace-Lorraine is dry, statistical old Raymond Poincaré, War-time president of France. When he went a-visiting last week with Mme Poincare to Kayserberg, Alsatians were happy, thronged Kayserberg's Hotel de Ville. A pretty girl with flaxen hair stepped from their midst and spoke with plain dignity...
Prosperous German piano tycoons once battened on the parents of flaxen-haired fräuleins. Each apple-cheeked Lorelei of 1914, required, as her minimum working equipment, a revolving stool, a well-tuned upright, and hundreds of sheets of such saccharine music as Die Unglücklichen Herzen (The Unhappy Hearts). Last week a survey of the German piano business showed how strikingly frauleins and times have changed...
...story is fabricated around the fabulous adventures of Barbara Frietchie, who falls in love with Captain Trumbull, a "damn Yankee." For the purposes of the plot Barbara is transformed from the elderly dame of "shoot if you must this old gray head" fame to a winsome flaxen-haired flower of the South. Needless to say, her father opposes the marriage, sah, in which opinion he is supported by all the lads and lassies of the town who vilify Barbara as traitor, overlooking the fact that among their number are many able bodies young fellows who spend their time lounging around...