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CONQUISTADOR. American Fantasia ? Philip Guedalla?Harpers ($3). "Tall, unlikely towers steep suddenly out of the mist . . . group themselves into a city," and Historian Guedalla lands at New York to begin three months' inspection of the U. S. He finds Manhattan "an Unsleeping Beauty . . . ever so slightly undis- criminating." Boston is gracious, Kansas City a slim young sister of New York, and Chicago "the fabled melting pot ... not yet heated to a point at which the elements will fuse." To Mr. Guedalla its mayor, Hon. William Hale Thompson, is "a por- tent" and "a flamboyant emblem." Pleasing in Mr. Guedalla...
Half hid in dawn mist...
...dresses. Hardy was then a small boy who took special pleasure in walking through Wessex fields, dawdling to talk with old men as they drove their cattle along the roads. The moors stretched out around the village of Upper Hampton where he lived; at night the wind blew a mist across them, muffling soft sounds, making a dog's voice, searching along some far hedgerow, an obscure dangerous signal, a portent of sorrow. The quiet tides of the country, the slow changes of the land and its people, were a solemn whisper always ringing in his ears like...
Oklahoma, state of many Indians,* spent last fortnight in a mist of political metaphysics. Four members of the Legislature accused Governor Henry S. Johnston of not being Governor. They said his secretary, small, attractive, dark-haired, formidable Mrs. O. O. Hammonds, was "Governor in fact." They asked Governor Johnston to call a special meeting of the Legislature to investigate himself (TIME, Dec. 5). How an alleged non-Governor could convene the Legislature, the legislators did not explain. Perhaps they thought Mr. Johnston would know because among his reputed misdemeanors was taking an interest in things psychic. But Mr. Johnston gave...
...Bourget Field, Paris. It rose, surprising some, for it weighed twelve tons. It was the largest ship yet to attempt the transatlantic flight. It rose slowly. Vainly Leon Givon and Pierre Corbu, French flyers, tried to put it above 1,000 feet. Pointing westward, they found a blinding mist. After a three-hour struggle, they felt it foolhardy to fly through fog with 1,000 feet maximum altitude, gave up temporarily the transatlantic flight, returned to Le Bourget. ¶Capt. F. T. Courtney, English flyer, waited almost all summer to make the treacherous westward passage across the Atlantic...