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...police description looks rather spiteful. Perhaps the product of some minor minion. Almost invites retaliation. What ingratitude! . . . O tempora, o mores! . . . Back in 1920, the most befitting legend over headauarters would have been "POLICE HEADQUARTERS, a branch of the Securities Exchange Co." Witness, the police detail assigned by the 'department to help me handle the crowd of investors...
...Correspondents nearly all believe that if the British Parliament (on a recommendation from the Round Table) grants India full "dominion status," the Gandhite Independence Movement can be diverted into that channel. If, however, the name only of "do-minion status" is granted (with its implicit "right of secession" temporarily reserved), there is about an even chance that the Indian National Congress can be horn-into quiescence...
...charged he had been at fault in graft that last year sent two councilmen to the penitentiary. Furthermore, he was dictatorial, unharmonious. Where the charges came from, councilmen said they did not know. A messenger had brought them from outside. Alert newsmen noted that the messenger was a Maschke minion, had left the Maschke office with a packet just before his arrival at City Hall...
Shaker Giovanni Giuriati is a somewhat insignificant minion of Dictator Mussolini. But Shaker André Tardieu is one of the ablest, most forthright and least blatantly famed statesmen of France. Deftly M. Tardieu turned his complimentary speech to Signer Giuriati into an inoffensive but significant hint. Italy and France might differ, he said, in their political concepts and in the objects of their foreign policy; but surely they ought to unite in more and more projects of commercial benefit, such as this railway. "I hail these strong bands of steel," cried André Tardieu in emotional peroration...
EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING- Dorothy Aldis-Minion, Balch ($2). Since Stevenson wrote A Child's Garden of Verses many writers have sought to clothe their poetry in the gay muslin of his technique. Since A. A. Milne wrote When We Were Very Young, many, many writers have dressed their fountain pens in bloomers. Yet conscious imitation is infrequent, nor is Mrs. Aldis an exception to the rule. Her poems have most of the graces of their unconscious models. Per-haps the children for whom she speaks are a little too much the product of Al kindergartens and hygienic nurseries...