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...dark hotel roof last week bearded Manager Saint appealed for quiet. The music of Pomp and Circumstance poured from a loudspeaker. By the light of a small red lamp, Manager Saint read his speech: ". . . the ten-year vigil of the silver-haired widow of Harry Houdini to night comes to its final and logical conclusion with this last attempt to pierce the Great Void. . . ." The magician explained that the spirit of Houdini might, if it could, ring the bell, unlock the handcuffs, speak a code message through the trumpet...
Alone in robe and slippers in a corner of his Attic sits the Vagabond. But for the single ray that falls from the shaded lamp over his left shoulder, to the book in the Vagabond's lap, the Attic is in darkness. Across the quadrangle a silly radio bleats out a strain of jazz. The Vagabond reads for a moment, then gets up and shuts the window toward the quadrangle. The radio's voice is still. The Vagabond smiles. He knows a trick or two that'll baffle modern science. He reads...
Colonial mothers who were blessed with daughters seemed to have the boy question firmly under control. Historians tell us that at the beginning of a call a so-called "sparking lamp" was lit. One of these is on exhibition and contained enough oil to burn for fifteen minutes. Historians have somehow neglected to say what happened when the light went...
Concludes Author Tunis bitterly: "We are a bunch of contented college cows. . . . That lamp of learning, tended by the ancient Greeks, blown white and high in the mediaeval universities and handed down to us in a direct line through Paris, Oxford, and Cambridge, has at last produced a group of men whose chief ambitions . . . [are] to vote the Republican ticket, to keep out of the bread line, and to break 100 at golf. . . . Does one need to go to college to have such aspirations...
...Norwegian sailors who normally man British-owned whaling ships not only struck but prisoned this British commercial fleet in the deep narrow harbor of the Sandefjord. As the ships lay at anchor, their funnels cold and smokeless, pale-eyed Norwegian seamen in blue jerseys leaned against lamp posts on the quay, seemingly convinced that the British Navy would not invade the Sandefjord...