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...away India obstreperous Gand-hites wear white, homespun "Gandhi Caps," which British policemen fish off their heads. The fishing is done with poles having a sharp hook at the end, and while they fish the police beat the nonresisting Gandhites with staves (TIME, July 7). It was in protest against such "inhumanity" that ascetic Laborite Archibald Fenner Brockway, M. P., 42, a leading publicist and orator of his party, was startling the House with his "Gandhi Cap." He demanded that without further ado his chief, Prime Minister James Ramsay MacDonald permit debate on India, then and there...
...Coney Island, New York fun park. Last year Mrs. Sarah S. Dennen, the owner, announced she would move the structure to Coney Island in one piece, movers to be trained by highway authorities lest their bridges be damaged. In dismantling the house workmen found "a little homespun vest for a child of four or five years, tucked deeply away in the corner of a bedroom." Mrs. Dennen turned it over to the Metropolitan Museum to determine...
...Robert Stephenson Smyth Baden-Powell;* associate editor of Boys' Life. Age: 80. Date: June 21. Celebration: opening presents from boy and men admirers all over the U. S. at his home, Brooklands, near Suffern, N. Y. Some of the presents: an alligator skin from Florida; a bolt of homespun from the Kentucky Blue Ridge Mountains; catlinite (reddish slate) peace-pipe from Indians in Minnesota; a coonskin cap from the Carolinas; a bronze bucking broncho from the Executive Board of B. S. A.; riding chaps from Texas; a blanket from Navajo Indians...
Under a scorching sun the trek continued. Mr. Gandhi's head and legs began to ache. At Nawagon, haggard and drooping, he stayed another night, urged the villagers to make and wear homespun clothes, to join the Disobedients. There he profoundly congratulated the eight "head men" who had cheerfully resigned as a protest against Vallabhai Patel's imprisonment. Next day, at Boriavi, he declared: "Money alone will not win self-government. If money could win, I should have obtained it long ago. What is required, therefore, is your blood." When he arrived at Nadiad, Mr. Gandhi sank to the ground...
Meanwhile in Paris, diplomats, businessmen, soldiers and lovely ladies hastened to the Hotel du Pont Royal to pay their last respects. There Primo de Rivera lay in state in a brown homespun gown, coarse sandals on his large pale feet, a huge rosary of polished granite beads in his lifeless fingers. The Marquesa de Arguilles and Senorita Mercedes de Castellanos, two ladies whose intimacy with Don Primo had caused many a scurrilous press clipping, came early in the afternoon, gazed sadly at their friend in one costume they had never seen him wear, the habit of a lay brother...