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...Josiah Marvel of the Wilmington, Delaware, Bar, chairman of the General Council of the American Bar Association and Ex-President of that organization, will speak in Langdell Center under the auspices of the Law School Society of the Phillips Brooks House Association on February 15 at 8 o'clock...
...Molnar New York is the marvel. To Chippendale it would have been Grand Rapids, to Coue it is probably Battle Creek, and to foreign movie stars it is Hollywood. Every man to his taste and profession but, in Molnar's case, "the play's the thing...
Tegucigalpa, Honduras. Charles Augustus Lindbergh entered the reception hall. The crowd of stiffly dressed, excited diplomats caught their breaths as President Miguel Paz Barahona motioned him to the presidential chair. The U. S. youth, unsurprised, sat gravely down. Speeches. Hondurans coined for him a new nickname, "The Marvel Child." He was presented with a wafer thin watch hidden inside a U. S. $20 gold piece. In the street an unidentified citizen rushed excitedly through his escort, seized him firmly; lifted him high; screaming "The greatest man on earth." Wnen native maidens rushed forward at Toncontin Field the U. S. youth...
...most excellent thing about Fine Arts 1d, at least for the ordinary undergraduate, is Professor Edgell; even at Harvard it is all too rare to have the opportunity of hearing a lecturer to whom it is a pleasure to listen. The vast majority of those who come to marvel that merely human flesh and blood can speak so rapidly, smoothly, and interestingly, remain for an hour under a species of trance in which scenes from the Mediaeval Renaissance and Modern masters flash before the eye to the accompaniment of a symphony--multo allegro--of words...
...Story: In almost every town, there is at least one building containing an elevator. In this small and dirty mechanical marvel there squats an old man, usually colored, holding in his hand a bit of frayed rope. When some citizen or sight-see-er enters the elevator with the desire to be hoisted upward, the old blackamoor makes a sad sound and tugs at his rope. Then there is a flash of light, a noise of grinding wheels, a draft of wind; with a slow, drunken irregularity, the rickety cage wobbles toward...