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...sharp-featured, politically cunning ruler of between five and ten million savage and uncounted blacks is emphatically the suave cream in Africa's strong coffee. If the accustomed garb of Power of Trinity is particolored, gorgeous and outlandish, if His Majesty finds a real lion's mane appropriate headgear in his role of Conquering Lion of Judah, the reason is that he profoundly understands his people. But, in their private apartments, the Empress Menen takes dictation and pounds a typewriter, thereby assisting the Emperor to turn out a newspaper complimented some years ago by the London Times...
...potent Chicago names as Eugene Van Rensselaer Thayer, American Telephone & Telegraph director, Lawyer Ralph Shaw, shrewd, hard-bitten member of Winston, Strawn & Shaw, Robert J. Dunham, close associate of the late Jonathan Ogden Armour. But because no one relished the idea of having Inventor Zerk tearing his thick black mane at directors' meetings, a temporary coalition was formed to defeat the Zerk slate with one exception. To soothe Mr. Zerk's temper, they made one of his candidates, Robert James Graham of Belleville, Ontario, boardchairman of Stewart-Wrarner...
There was a pawing Suffolk Punch stallion in gold-plated bronze. Its eyes were of ivory and onyx and lapis lazuli bows tied its braided mane. Baroque in muscle and violence, it was Sudbourne Premier, Britain's famed champion (1921-24). There was Haseltine's first champion job, King George V's own shire stallion, Field, Marshal V, modeled in 1921 when he was still a prize winner. Red and sleek in Acajou marble was the magnificent champion Shorthorn bull, Bridgebank Pay master, winner of the British and Scotch championships three years, in a row. A Hereford...
...fight. Bang! Bang! Crack! His blank gun, whip and chair were useless. Assistants trained a suffocating fire-hose stream on the fighters. Sammy had his great jaws deep in Bessie's throat. Trainer Beatty grabbed a piece of iron pipe, wrapped his fingers in Sammy's mane, whacked him again & again over the head. After ten minutes Sammy let go. Bessie rolled over dead...
...urges statesmen to write their memoirs has finally prevailed on David Lloyd George. His first two fat volumes (918 pp.), telling his side of the story through 1916, are written with that shrewd candor and political zest that are as much his hall-mark as his bright eyes, flowing mane and bourgeois mustache. Historians should find these volumes of a challenging usefulness; literary critics will rate them as above the average for a non-professional writer; plain readers, who will find them generally entertaining, may draw from them the conclusion that war is not hell for politicians...