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...Hollywood amphitheatre was to marry a Viola Strom. "To a Nordic Princess" was written for her. After its rendition, Australian Percy and Nordic Viola would take each other respectively for man and wife, with orchestra for altar, vast audience for attendant friends and in the glare of light...
...place, but snakes, lizards and-in the oozy lakes-crocodiles are noxiously at home. Branded upon memory may remain a fight between two mammoth crocodiles, each some 20 feet long-savage devils, mercilessly tearing, raking, lunging, thrashing the ooze with loud slaps of mighty tails. The eyes seem to glare with sheer hate, remorseless, soulless, infernal. The defeated crocodile, mangled and dead, is not eaten until it has partially decayed and thus become more succulent to the victor. Pigmies. Suspicious of the white man, Congo Pigmies often set thin, poisoned stakes point upward in his path. He, knowing or fearing...
Gaunt and grimy stokers, silhouetted in furnace glare, are no longer an integral part of a ship's bowels. Even coal burners can do without them. Last week members of the Fuel Conservation Committee of the U. S. Shipping Board sweated in the test furnace room of the Todd Dry Dock Co.; peered at an intricate machine which was busily pulverizing soft coal and blowing it into furnaces. Hitherto, on the experiment freighter Mercer, the coal has been pulverized in one machine, then distributed to three furnaces, but the latest improvement provides each furnace with its own pulverizer...
...thrown over his shoulders and a three days' beard on his chin, climbed through the ropes of a ring and sat down in his corner, people always felt sorry for his opponent. How terrible it would be to face that hunched body with the enormous shoulders, endure the glare of those narrowed black eyes. . . . Last week in a District Court in Manhattan Jack Dempsey climbed into a chair and sat down. He had on a new suit, his fierce black eyes looked sheepish. He stuck his thumbs into the pockets of his vest and wriggled them. He took...
Automobile headlights threw a low glare over the Army polo field at Havana as Col. Charles Augustus Lindbergh settled himself in the Spirit of St. Louis in the blackness of the wee small hours. Farewells were called and the ship angled up into the night, circled, and shot out for home. Dirty fog shut down over all of the south-east by daylight, forcing the flyer to steer a compass course over a mist-blotted earth. Random reports of an airplane motor pounding through the fog were the only milestone of his progress. Three hours late at St. Louis...