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...times in the past ten years Japanese police have staged major mop-ups of Reds. As in Russia, before the fall of the Romanovs, a special section of the Imperial police is assigned to spy on political suspects, obtain evidence by methods in which, according to last week's revelations, strong drink and loose women figure. On the night of Oct. 30, according to last week's disclosures, no Tokyo police put on bullet-proof vests and stealthily surrounded an inn at Atami in which eleven Communist leaders were asleep. Ten were seized as they slumbered. The eleventh...
Madame Butterfly (Paramount). Because Sylvia Sidney has almond-shaped eyes it was inevitable that one day she would be given a kimono and a mop of black hair on top of her head, taught to walk with mincing steps, compelled to use the adjective "velly" in a squeaky treble. She does it all as prettily as could be expected in Madame Butterfly, expensively handled as an individual production by Paramount's onetime production chief, Benjamin Percival Schulberg...
William Stephens is campus correspondent for the Oklahoma City Times and Daily Oklahoman. He had written that University fraternity "pledges" were in rebellion against the "mop-handle bondage" of menial tasks put upon them during initiation. The floggers who punished him for his criticism had assumed the garb of a secret,banned society Rover-boyishly entitled the "Deep Dark Mystery Club...
...trial lawyer in France is richer or more feared than that spry little Senator with a great mop of grey hair, Maître Joseph Paul-Boncour. In Geneva they used to know him as the perennial No. 2 French Delegate to the League, Aristide Briand being No. 1. Often, while No. 1 slumbered or seemed to slumber in his aisle seat, blocking the egress of other French Delegates, nimble No. 2 would leave and return to his seat by leaping lightly over a desk, thus permitting No. 1 to slumber...
...Frances Judson McCoy, wife of the U. S. member, General Frank Ross McCoy, entered her hotel bedroom, caught a servant red handed in the act of "dusting." "Splendid!" cried Mrs. McCoy. "The room is dirty isn't it? I am so glad you are dusting! Now get a mop and mop the floor." For two long hours the Japanese spy scrubbed, kept up the pretense that he was a Chinese "boy" (servant). "Now that everything is clean," brightly observed Mrs. McCoy, "I want you to move all the furniture. Bring that bed here. Move that bureau over there...