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...friends telegram to President Truman: YOU ARE HEREBY INVITED TO A "CROW BANQUET" TO WHICH THIS NEWSPAPER PROPOSES TO INVITE NEWSPAPER EDITORIAL WRITERS, POLITICAL REPORTERS AND EDITORS, INCLUDING OUR OWN, ALONG WITH POLLSTERS, RADIO COMMENTATORS AND COLUMNISTS . . . MAIN COURSE WILL CONSIST OF BREAST OF TOUGH OLD CROW EN GLACE. (YOU WILL EAT TURKEY.) . . . DRESS FOR GUEST OF HONOR, WHITE TIE. FOR OTHERS -SACK CLOTH . . . (The President graciously declined, wired the Post that "we should all get together now and make a country in which everybody can eat turkey whenever he pleases...
Under the Sea. Typical of the new-day miners who have striven to boost production is John MacPherson, who lives in an eight-room house in Villa Nova outside Glace Bay. Last week "Tossy" MacPherson, father of seven girls and a boy, was on the night trick. He slept until midday, had a noon meal and then, carrying his supper in a lunch box, walked a quarter-mile to Dosco's Sydney & Louisburg Railway to catch the "Hobo," a work-train of boxcars fitted with benches...
...Hobo took Tossy to the washhouse of No.1B mine. Changed into pit clothes, he walked across to the shafthead, only 55 ft. from the Atlantic shore, and rode 670 ft. down in a coal cage in less than a minute. Because the seams run far under Glace Bay, Tossy's Orphean journey was just beginning. Next came a long ride in a motor rake (a train of coal cars pulled by an electric locomotive) to a point 1,800 ft. below the sea bed. Then, on the No. 6 incline rake (a cable car), Tossy rode...
Frontier Justice. In Glace Bay, Nova Scotia, a magistrate and two miners, drunk and disorderly, were locked up for the night, later met in a nearby court where the magistrate (who had just paid a $5.50 fine himself) lectured his jailmates on temperance, fined them $13 apiece...
...special trains rolled into Paris, and the great names ranged themselves in the Salle de Glace, it was apparent that the full tide of democracy had done its work. The rising sea had swirled round the thrones, and floated the governments of the people into the seats of the mighty. In Russia, Austria, Germany, "the king" and "the empire" became frail words which foolish men scrawled up on walls or sidewalks late at night. Handsome gentlemen whose families had sketched the map of Europe for centuries moved off into quiet watering places to await, beneath the trees, a call which...