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...chante. The coxswain of the captain's gig was rollicking Bill King, who wore a big straw hat with ribbons down the back and was a great favorite with the middies. Last week rollicking Bill the sailor, now a little old gentleman of 75, stumped up the gravel drive of Craigwell House, Bognor, to call on King George, with worn logbook in his arms. His Majesty was delighted. For 15 minutes King George and Bill King pawed over the log, looked at pictures of the Bacchante in fair weather and foul, and gazed thoughtfully at the awesome linea ments...
...Sure I'm in love with her," said "Red," kicking the gravel. "I guess that's why I'm down here. She's a big actress now in New York, you know, and I'm nobody, do you see. I sort of want to be somebody or do something...
...stepped on the self-starter. Wheels within groaned loudly but the motor would not start. The chauffeur gasped at himself and the motor. The Chief looked worried. Cameramen pressed in closer. Finally the engine spat, caught, hummed properly and the open car rolled down the gravel drive and out upon Pennsylvania Avenue. Calvin Coolidge did not look back at the White House. Mrs. Coolidge paused to say goodbye to policeman at the gate...
...others did all summer and autumn, uncouth men clamber out of the wooded gullies and ravines of Morgan County. The men had in common an intent, secretive, yet futile look on their faces. They were diamond hunters. Every day they waded Indiana's creeks and panned the gravel left there long ago by glaciers. Frequently they found grains of gold; rarely, yet often enough to stir hope, they found a small diamond. Because similar diamonds have been found in Ohio, Michigan and Wisconsin, in the terminal moraines of old glaciers, geologists figure that they were scuffed...
...have often envied you, men of Harvard. Walking guard up and down a gravel path at 3 o'clock on a summer's morning has sometimes caused us to wonder why we chose the military academy to a civilian institution. Bells ringing and bugles blowing with unceasing regularity make us sometimes wish that we had chosen the "dorms" of John Harvard to the barracks of West Point. Studying five or six hours a day for recitations makes us wish that we had the lecture courses of Harvard to attend. Leading the almost-convent-like existence of Cadets, we sometimes with...