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...broke through a light fog as the rival strokes dipped their blades. There was a hush−then cheers. For a moment the lighter Oxford crew drew ahead, with nervous high strokes. Another hush. Then the light blue, settling into regularity, caught up and moved on. At Craven Steps, marking the mile, Cambridge led by three-quarters of a boat-length, stroking 30 to the minute against Oxford's 32. At Chiswick Church, which marks two miles, Stroke Brocklebank had geared his men to 29 strokes to the minute and they had increased their lead to two lengths...
Brownsville to Panama. His face a triangular scowl of fatigue and vexation, Captain Ira Eaker, who flew the famed Question Mark seven days without landing (TIME, Jan. 14), last week tried a dawn-to-dusk flight over the 1,950 miles between Brownsville, Tex., and Panama. Fog over Mexico and Guatemala and headwinds a great part of the way obliged him to descend at Managua, Nicaragua, 550 miles from goal...
...open season for collegiate introspection is in full swing. Not long ago New Haven students came out of the fog and found just where they stood on vital questions of the day. Now Dartmouth's seniors have resorted to the ballot to discover what the dope on this college business really is. There must be a lot of satisfaction in knowing for certain what is what. No excuse then for not being in the mode. Besides, such decisions lend a feeling of solidarity and make for college spirit...
...their journey across the Atlantic in the dead of winter, Mr. Root and Nurse Stewart had taken the Italian liner Augustus ("No fog, no ice"), thus circumventing France and Spain, and approaching . Switzerland from its sunny Italian side. As the reward of these precautions efficient Nurse Stewart was able to send her charge forth from his hotel, last week, without even a cold, hale, vigorous and ready to grapple with the statesmen of the League...
Gripped as usual by the muscles of M. Caillaux's right eye was his monocle. He was reading. Suddenly out of the fog-a truck! Brakes screamed. The chauffeur did his best to swerve. But the long low cradling limousine crashed headon, crumpled, overturned. The monocle, gripped spasmodically at the moment of impact, shattered, terribly cutting M. Caillaux about...