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...frail wind moved under dark skies, ruffling the water of Oyster Bay, L. I., and filling the sails of some six-metre boats owned by rich men. Slowly the little fleet beat toward a buoy close to a sandy bluff, rounded the buoy, sailed back to the Seawanhaka Club where at sunset a cannon went off. The two boats in the lead-the Lanai, owned by Harry L. Maxwell, and the Saleema, owned by H. B. Plant-were picked to compete in the six-metre races to be held in European waters this summer...
Physically he is frail, and, when working hard, fidgety. The condition is largely the result of an accident a score of years ago. He was on a week-end visit at the country home near Milwaukee of Ann McEldin Douglass, his fiancee.* Mrs. Douglass with the young people was at the railroad station. Along the tracks went an express train, and across the tracks a huge St. Bernard dog. The train batted the huge dog through the air. The dog struck Mr. Dillon in the stomach and knocked him toward a lamp post. On the way he struck Mrs. Douglass...
COQUETTE-A frail beauty in a small southern town disobeys her father, falls in love, commits suicide. Helen Hayes is the girl (TIME...
Twice she circled the globe, and many times she wandered off into Arabia on a quest for pure joy. "Can you picture," she cries, "the singular beauty of these moonlight departures! The frail Arab tents falling one by one . . . dark masses of the kneeling camels . . . shrouded figures . . ." These things lured Gertrude Bell into desert lands and kept her prowling there, writing books on archeology, writing others on the land & people which British officers later conned furiously as they set sail to fight the Near Eastern campaigns of the World...
...stationed to fool visitors-all these people with their stiff faces and their blind, secretive eyes, sharing also with their no less sly, no less secretive models the total inability to escape destruction, became puddles or streams of burning wax. Lindbergh looked brave no longer, a murderer lowered the frail knife which he had held so long in a poised and useless threat. All this frail company of famous people dwindled, slipped, leaned and perished into a huge and hungry flame. The owner of the Eden Musée, one Gumpertz, was away in the South. Firemen came, the manager...