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Recurring like seven year locusts are Canadian rumors of U. S. annexation or invasion of Canada. Last week a struggling, as-yet-unsuppressed Toronto scandal-sheet, Hush, "The Newspaper with a Heart," published the following...
...Winchell prophecies are right; sometimes they are wrong. But Winchell worshippers have enlarged their vocabularies, learned many a word they never had heard before. Some Winchell Words are: "dotter"-daughter "moom pitcher"-moving picture "Hahhlim"-Harlem "gel"-girl "sealed"-married "Joosh"-Jewish "tome"-book "Horrors Liveright"-Horace Liveright "hush parlor"-speakeasy...
...Church, which they witnessed, constituted one of the most interesting and affecting scenes of the celebration. The marshal of the day called "the class of 1759." There was no response--the only survivor, a gentleman from Maine, being incapacitated from attendance. Successive classes were summoned; there was a hush over that immense concourse that would have made a footfall seem loud. At length "the class of 1744" was called; a feeble old man stepped forth, and passed along the aisle alone. A reaction was experienced, and a burst of animated cheers followed his tottering foot-steps. It was a grand...
...grey harbor waters, usually strident with ship whistles, were muffled to a low-breathing hush, which was broken heavily by a 21-gun salute from Governor's Island. At the French Line pier in Manhattan, La Tourville docked gingerly, took aboard great men in black clothes to stand, lost in their own thoughts, about the casket. On a mulberry-colored cushion rested the Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor. Col. Charles Augustus Lindbergh stood there, his shoulders drooped in memory of Le Bourget, Paris, 1927. At sharp noon a bugle shrilled. Fifteen wiry French sailors lifted the coffin...
...winter the Circus has hibernated like the strange animal it is. It has arrived in The Bronx, northernmost borough of New York. A day or two later it is quartered in a huge new coliseum. The crowd has gathered. The boys are selling pink drink. There is a hush. Alfred Emanuel Smith mounts a chair, blows a gold whistle. All the men and women who have piled off the train in the dusk parade, but are now transformed. They wear gay colors and spangles. They mince and prance and stick out their bosoms. The acrobats look flatfooted, the equestrians...