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Dates: during 1920-1929
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President and Bishop took care that the Shannon did not gurgle in too fast, did not erode and spoil the sides of the $20,000,000 ditch. All in good time it will have trickled full, probably by next October. Then President Cosgrave will open other sluices at the farther end of the ditch where a new $15,000,000 hydro-electric power plant is now almost complete. As ditch water gushes through turbines, enough electric power will be made to light every home and hut in the Irish Free State...
...headed for the U. S. in 1926, in a steamer cabin next to the suite occupied by Queen Marie of Rumania, whom he had begun to paint in Paris. He finished her commission after landing and proceeded, with introductions from Sir Joseph Duveen, to accommodate alert Manhattanites. In Philadelphia he painted Mrs. E. T. Stotesbury and all six of the A. Atwater Kents. He went to Detroit to paint Col. Lindbergh at the behest of Edsel Ford, who wanted to give the portrait to the city. But Col. Lindbergh backed out of the engagement lest all U. S. cities make...
...Holy Land have gone Crusaders, Zionists, Christian, Moslem and Jewish pilgrims, archeologists. Next March they will be followed by Aimee Semple McPherson. Last week, having announced a modern McPherson crusade, the strapping, marcelled evangelist chartered the 19,000-ton Republic of the U. S. Lines...
ROPER'S Row-Warwick Deeping- Knopf ($2.50). "Dark and pale," Chris Hazzard was a "little fellow, narrow shouldered, fragile, and lame"-with a big head and "defiant" hair and "a something in his eyes." Ruth Avery, living next-room in London's poverty-stricken Roper's Row, was "a dusky thing, far darker than he was-slim and sensitive . . . not smiling her face had a mute, apprehensive sadness." Yet to Ruth, as to all persons, Hazzard felt unfriendly, not only because he thought his lameness set him apart, but because all social feelings were at a very...
...week. No idle fliers themselves, they were obliged to alight now and then, to eat, to drink, to sleep, or just to consider with angry red eyes the creature, much bigger than a buzzard, which droned around in circles through the sky all through one week, all through the next week, on into another week, without ever coming down. Now and then another big creature would roar up from the ground and hover solicitously over the soaring one, evidently feeding it or something through a long hose. Other creatures would fly up alongside with queer marks on the sides...