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...main reasons why the American university system is not going the right way to produce men of genius in art and philosophy, pure science and literature, is because diversity of character is not encouraged but suppressed; for genius is the flower of exceptional diversity. Let me explain how this suppression is brought about...
...method of collecting the juice from the poppy is laborious. After the leaves of the flower have fallen and the capsules have assumed a whitish color, they are punctured in the evening with a small three-pronged instrument. The following morning, the juice, having exuded and thickened by exposure ot the air, is scraped off by a small iron instrument previously dipped in oil. It is then worked in a heated pot until it is thick and can be formed into cakes about four pounds in weight. The cakes are than packed in leaves to prevent them sticking together...
Died. Dion O'Bannion, 32, hierarch of crooks, gangsters, gunmen, shot by three unidentified young men in his flower store, Chicago. At his interment were 26 truckloads of flowers, 1,000 automobiles, 10,000 people. His body reposed in a $10,000 coffin overlaid with gold and silver filigree, heaped with flowers said to have cost over $25,000. Largest offering of all was a seven-foot wall of carnations labeled, "To our pal-from the gang." Because the doors of the Holy Name Cathedral (where he once served as an altar boy) were closed against the funeral, "services...
Character. Fritz Wittels, a student of Freud, writes :* "For a long time the Freuds lived in Kaiser Josef Strasse. . . . Since 1848, Joseph II has been regarded by the liberal bourgeoisie as the finest flower of the Hapsburg dynasty; as an exemplar of wisdom, benevolence, progress, and devotion to duty...
Newton Victor. Another harness-horse owned by Miss Scott, which beat J. R. Thompson's mare, Clyde Iris, for the Coxe Prize. Miss Scott drove in this event, with a scarlet flower brave in the black lapel of her habit, as she drove once in the past when the Earl of Derby was watching. "There," said that old nobleman, "there?God bless my soul?goes the finest driver I have ever seen...