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...sidelight on the situation, it was found upon investigation that Huppuch was unassisted in the capture of the thief, and that no patrolman entered the case until after the culprit was thoroughly subdued. While Huppuch was studying in his room, he noticed the door knob turn. Leaping from his chair, he tore open the door and found an individual looking for Moseley. He was recognized as a thief and captured by Huppuch, in the proccus dropping a pair of Callaway's seeks from his pockets...
While Huppuch was studying in his room, he noticed the door knob turn. He leaped from his chair and tore open the door to find a somewhat strange individual asking for Frederick. R. Moseley, Jr. '36, who at that moment was the cynosure of some 15,000 pairs of eyes on Soldiers Field...
Spiked Hips. The unshapely knob at the top of the thigh bone (femur) is the hip bone. When a person, especially if elderly, falls the knob is apt to break off from the thigh bone. Healing has been a tremendously difficult and painful process. Last year Dr. David Robert Telson of Brooklyn suggested piercing the knob and shaft and lacing them together with stout piano wire. This procedure works to a degree. But the stoutest piano wire gives a little. Last week Dr. Frederick J. Gaenslen of Milwaukee said that he got dependable cures of broken hips by nailing...
...Critic again! It is traditional that a fourth publication appear occasionally at Harvard to rear its stalwart knob of a head and then to subside into nothingness and the realm of forgotten dailies. Such was the destined fate of the Critic, it was said, when that publication was relegated last spring to what the defunct Liberal was pleased to call its whited sepulchre.--under the anathema "they did not publish," and it is true that the Critic has again made up its mind to walk the face of the early...
...entered the living room of Mrs. A. H. Commins, picked up two pocketbooks from a table. ''I'll just take care of these," said the thief. "All right." said Mrs. Commins, continuing to read her book. The thief walked to the front door, fumbled with the knob. "You'll have to turn the latch," said Mrs. Commins. "Thank you," said the thief. When she finished reading Mrs. Commins discovered that she had not been talking to her Negro butler, had been robbed of $80 in cash...