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...sent part of it to Margaret Anderson who published it in her Little Review. The U. S. Post Office Department seized and burned all copies sent through the mails. Vice Suppressor John S. Sumner* had Margaret Anderson indicted for publishing indecent matter, caused her and her Co-Editor Jane Heap to be fined $50. Thirty thousand copies of Ulysses have been sold in France, mostly to U. S. tourists to snuggle home. Immediate results of last week's decision were two. Publisher Cerf's Random House announced a forthcoming unabridged edition of Ulysses ($3.50) for general sale...
...Bavarian alp on the Austro-German border a group of black spots loomed large to an Austrian frontier patrol. In the huge, still basin a single shot sounded loud, a puff of smoke looked small against the snow. One of the coasting black spots crumpled, slid into a sprawled heap. Thus did a nervous Austrian soldier kill one Philipp Schumacher, private in the German Reichswehr...
Into the bedroom tiptoe two stealthy men. Miles Forrest and John Dighton. husky hirelings, heap the bedclothes over the boys' heads. Edward manages to fight free for a moment, get a bloody clout in the face. Squirming and kicking, the boys die under the smothering hands. Sir James Tyrrell, a discontented gentleman in charge of the job, hastens to report to his employer, Richard Duke of Gloucester, uncle of the boys. Gloucester, a crafty, ruthless, sharp-featured scoundrel who drags a foot is already calling himself King Richard...
...Workmen, repairing the winding staircase of the White Tower, exhume some bones, throw them on a rubbish heap. Someone tells King Charles II, a sentimentalist, that the bones must be those of the murdered "Little Princes." He orders all the princely bones which can be recovered put in an urn. The sealed urn goes to Westminster Abbey to be kept with the dust of other English royalty...
...House night lunch. This facility has been a success from the start, and for that it deserves commendation. The students grumble over the conduct of History instructors, over the state of the walks in the Yard, and over the tarnished statue of John Harvard; they vilify their professors, and heap contumely on the unbowed heads of the goodies; of all the aspects of the College to come under the basilisk undergraduate eye, only the night lunch has survived intact...