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...planes loop around the Gulf of Mexico and, since last week, shoot down to Chile. Soon he expects them to fly from Panama to Trinidad Island, then to Porto Rico. Then he will have a Gordian knot around the Caribbean Sea which any competitor will have great difficulty to hack apart...
...came with the acquisition of Rogers Hornsby, for whom he traded five players and considerable currency to Boston. The addition of Hornsby gives Chicago a "Murderer's Row" of batters comparable to the famed Yankee quartet of Ruth, Gehrig, Lazzeri, Koenig. The Chicago "Row" contains "Kiki" Cuyler, Hornsby, "Hack" Wilson, Riggs Stephenson. Experts everywhere predict that the Cubs will sweep through the National League. Chicago bettors are already willing to back their team in the 1929 World Series...
...next morning everything was arranged. The dowager Countess agreed to meet "those terrible Canadians." The new Earl drove to his castle in the village hack, midst exploding railway torpedoes set off by the tenants, and there at the castle door stood a mournful butler in livery with a little black box in his hand. Diffidently, Earl Fred took the little box from the butler, and the patient Trimmers sighed with relief. Their friend was officially installed Lord of the Manor...
...Reporter. Redheaded, gaunt and cadaverous, Super-Reporter Lewis sniffs atmosphere with a long, peculiar nose, pierces actuality with swift sharp glances. He early attained universal notoriety for Main Street and Babbitt, but long before that he had struggled as unsuccessful newspaper hack in Waterloo, Iowa, in San Francisco, New Haven. Supporting himself by prolific short stories, he led his nomadic existence, on foot, by motor, from St. Paul to Cape Cod, from Minneapolis to Washington and back again, gleaning, and sorting, and sifting the facts that compose his incisive writings. He started Dodsworth in Berlin, continued in France, Italy...
...hung the General's field overcoat in front of the house to dry. Along came mule and caisson with two doughboys perched aloft. German booty was in their minds and in their itching fingers, and the forest-green overcoat looked to them like field-gray. They proceeded to hack the embroidered sleeves off the overcoat with trench knives; scalps for their sweethearts at home. A good story would be made out of an encounter with at least a Prussian Oberst! The job was just completed when they were struck dumb with terror by the appearance in the doorway...