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...Class One--those young women who peer at the world through spectacles, convex, concave, or prismatic: who wear the good old-fashioned shirtwaist, and the skirt with the scalloped hem line: who discourse learnedly on economics and classical philology; and who face life behind the bulwark of a summa. We know there must be such, because we have heard of them. We have, however, yet to meet...
...southern hemisphere's spring sun was warming Antarctica to almost zero temperature last week. Bands of spectral light bunted the grey ice plateaux with sham festivity. The fringe of sea ice along the continent's frigid hem was softening. Soon four parties of explorers could be poking about the continent...
...Brooklyn, Albert Begleite, Seymour Cohen, Bernard Silver, George Zuckerman, Philip Ausuacks ran howling down a ^treet, pursued by a black bulldog. At the corner was a synagog; knowing well that the bulldog would never dare to follow hem inside, the five screeching urchins scampered toward its door and jostled .hrough. When the bulldog reached the door, he pushed it open with his flat snub nose and dashed inside. Barking furiously and growling in the solemn gloom, he cornered the five boys and bit each on one or both legs. After that, the bulldog, still snarling, was taken to the Board...
...cadets who entered in his class on the Schoolship Niobe, 15 survive and four are the retired Admirals Diek, Bachmann, Kresigk, Gerdes. All accompanied Prince Henry at Kiel last week and the Admirals motored out next day to be his house guests at Hem-melmark. There, on his retired estate, Prince Henry, still with chubby pink chops and twinkling, kindly eyes, drank a sailor's toast to "The Navy" with his Admirals in mellow Steinberger*, precious as fluid gold...
...cigaret. Ladies gasped; I had fun. One afternoon a woman was telling several of us about the miserable condition of her health. Suddenly I asked her: 'Have you ever tried standing on your head? ... It acts like a charm.' I borrowed a safety pin, fastened the hem of my skirt between my knees, put a cushion on the floor, shot my legs into the air, remained poised for a moment. Said I: 'There, you try that every day, and you won't have lumbago or heart trouble.' . . . And only a fortnight ago, I read...