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...lifters began to cough. With thousands of lake herring trapped by their gills in the 2½-in. meshes, the nets poured into the boats for two hours a glistening stream of thousands of pounds of fish. Nets cleared, lunch eaten and new nets set, the fishing fleet turned homeward, from Duluth to Munising, Mich...
...overpowering fact about the Moscow Conference was still the fact of agreement. Precisely what was said, done, promised or put off was still the guarded secret of the homeward-bound U.S. and British delegations and of their Russian colleagues. London and Washington did not forget that the Moscow meeting was only a preliminary to the promised meeting of Franklin Roosevelt, Winston Churchill and Joseph Stalin. But in every world capital the declarations had been weighed. A consensus of interpretation developed...
...Where a month earlier the news of armistice and an end to fighting brought smiles, flowers, wet and fervent masculine kisses for embarrassed Allied soldiers, now there were stricken faces and listless shrugs. Around Allied camps, surging crowds begged for food and cigarets. Each morning ragged soldiers, shuffling aimlessly homeward, queued up wherever Allied operations might offer a day's work and a square meal. Fighting was out of the question for most. In Sorrento and in other picture-book resorts tucked away around the Bay of Naples, wealthy, well-dressed Fascists ate and drank abundantly of black-market...
...President James Knox Polk, 1818; Bandmaster James Kern ("Kay") Kyser, '28; Author Thomas Wolfe, '20 (the University is the "Old Catawba" of his Look Homeward Angel); Statesman Josephus Daniels, '85; Journalist Jonathan Worth Daniels...
...mistreated by a vicious kennel flunkey and twice breaks out of her kennel to come home. Then Lassie is taken far north into Scotland, escapes again and heads south with the homing infallibility of a pigeon. Starving, drenched, flinching at thunder, her feet bleeding, Lassie beats her homeward trail through some of the most pleasing Technicolored landscapes of the year. She has a run-in with two shepherds and their ferocious coal-black dog. She performs the supercanine feat of swimming the River Tweed and reaches English ground, half dead, to drop at the doorsill of two aged, lonely cottagers...