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Marble. Limestone, subjected to terrific natural heat and pressure, becomes marble. Marble, cut and polished, is used for monuments, building ornamentation, interior decorations and furnishing Greatest of the latter uses in the U. S. is soda-fountain construction. Leading consumers of marble for this purpose are I. Fischman & Sons of Philadelphia. Through the Consolidated Marble Corp., new subsidiary, I. Fischman & Sons last week made an exclusive contract with the Societie-de-Merbles-Sprimont of Brussels, largest marble producers in the world. Using marble for other purposes also, I. Fischman & Sons now dominate the U. S. marble field...
...over a year disgruntled Monagasques have sent letters and delegations to their grumpy prince, have begged him to repair the water works, improve the telephone service, allow his subjects greater control in the direction of that fountain head of all Monaco's prosperity, the Monte Carlo Casino (TIME, Jan. 7, 1928). Grumpy Prince Louis did nothing. Lately the Monagasques have been louder in their demands. Brusquely they threatened to revolt...
George S. Parker, of Janesville, Wis.> maker of fountain pens in six colors, offered all farmers in six townships surrounding his home 12½% of the cost of painting their barns, provided they would not use red. Said he: "The average farmer's barn is an eyesore. The red paint is monotonous...
...Treaty, told for the first time his reminiscences of the ceremony, described how he and Johannes Bell, his colleague, signed the treaty with their own pens because they heard that the French wanted them to sign with pens from Alsace-Lorraine. Chancellor Müller signed with his own old fountain pen, Delegate Bell with a wooden pen taken from his hotel bedroom...
...back to our second line while our artillery mows them down. We want to rest but we are driven forward from behind: we counterattack. Beside me a lance-corporal has his head torn off. He runs a few steps more while the blood spouts from his neck like a fountain. I fall into an open belly. I see a man biting his own arm. I see another stagger away holding his front in. We regain our trench. The rats leave our dugout, to fatten on dead and dying in No Man's Land...