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...Austria last week (see map). Italy had 75,000 men at the frontier ready to move in an hour. Due north in Bavaria was the famed Austrian Legion of approximately 30,000 exiled Nazis ready to march back into Austria with weapons from German arsenals whenever Adolf Hitler should nod nis head. Along the Czechoslovak frontier approximately 35,000 men, with the heaviest siege guns in Central Europe, were ready for the first nation that started something. Viennese knew that the Czech frontier is only 25 miles away, that one of the great Skoda guns could blow the steeple...
...string in my well." In Manhattan all one evening the dark cavern of Maiden Lane echoed with unaccustomed footsteps as one after another, clerks, stenographers, women in shawls, fathers carrying children clutching baptismal coins, trudged to the postern of the Federal Reserve Bank. "Gold?" asked two armed guards. A nod, and each figure passed in. Midnight was the deadline for the use of gold coins as legal money...
Toward the end of a long, uneventful evening at contract bridge, North stretches, gapes, makes off to the kitchen to mix another round. East whispers something to South and West who nod and chuckle. Then East quickly sorts the 13 spades from the deck, stacks it so that every fourth card is a spade. North returns with the drinks to find East just beginning to deal. When North, gasping, has bid his grand slam, laid down his 13 spades and scored 3,240 points (vulnerable, redoubled), East leaps to the telephone, gets the local newspaper on the wire...
...cameras?" Colonel Lindbergh demurred. The engine, a Wright Cyclone, was practically new, having flown only 250 hours out of a possible 4,000. The cameras, too, would come in handy. Mr. Davison, able museum man that he is, pointed out that the Colonel had offered all his equipment. A nod of the Lindbergh head threw in engine and cameras...
...Library asking for old cast-offs which might help fill the yawning empty spaces in the stacks and which might amuse the snow-bound graduate students. Instead of having your books sold when you die, why not send them to Widener where they can be disposed of with a nod and a curt "we cannot locate this book now." Unlike the car they won't come back to bother...