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...procession of automobiles, with Mussolini & Balbo riding in the first one, took the officers & crew into Rome along Streets carpeted with laurel branches. A continuous blizzard of flowers and confetti all but buried the cavalcade. At the Piazza Colonna General Balbo made a speech: "We are humble soldiers of the great chief in whose name it is sweet and easy to win victory...
...shape of a harp, on which roses marked the notes of the first bars of the hymn. In several cities seven other pipe organs, gifts of Mr. Curtis, whispered the same peaceful melody that afternoon as his body was borne to its grave in West Laurel Hill Cemetery. Cyrus Curtis' death was a sequel, rather than an end, to a conventional U. S. success story of monumental proportions. About ten years ago he gave authority over his rich magazines. Saturday Evening Post, Ladies' Home Journal, Country Gentleman, to able Editor George Horace Lorimer. His newspapers, the Philadelphia Public...
Sued for Divorce. Stanley ("Stair") Laurel, 38, of the Laurel & Hardy cinema team; by Lois N. Laurel, 32, Grounds: that her husband no longer loved her, wanted a divorce...
...nationally known, Mr. William Foust Wiley as a publicist and publisher, a citizen of acknowledged judgment and influence, and Mr. Frank Furbus Dinsmore as a lawyer of high repute and marked ability. . . . "Into the hush of this ambient twilight came the bridal procession, the feathery green of tender laurel that wreathed choir stalls, pulpit and rood screen, and the curving fronds of a few giant palms massed in the chancel, pointing the way to the altar where the snowy chalices of tall Easter lilies were sentineled by blazing candelabra, seven-branched. . . . "Very pretty with lovely light brown hair and gray...
...background of steel struts, huge cranes, belching steam-engines, stinking box-cars, wood, sand, and concrete. Rough, eager workers with rugged, seamed faces, and stick-like limbs garbed in coarse cloth toil, sweat, wonder, learn, and finally succeed. The most industrious brigade is awarded a banner, the laurel wreath of the worker's state. There is no pomp or glitter, little enough of comfort, many primitive growls and grunts, but no oratory: the whole tone is rough, sodden, gray, inarticulate. The plot is of little or no moment--nay almost non-existent. The picture is too disjointed, too inchoate...