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Several days ago, while at my occupation of driving a cab, I was engaged in making change for one of my fares. TIME dropped from my pocket and opened itself on the pavement at the feet of my customer. He looked, brightened and increased my tip from ten cents to one dollar. TIME is irresistible...
...second car drew up alongside the first, poured into it a stream of machine-gun, shotgun and revolver fire. Brakes shrieked; the first sedan careened toward the curb. Like rats leaving a doomed ship, two men jumped out. One sprinted 100 yards, fell on his face on the pavement-dead, full of little holes. The other floundered across a vacant lot, died with seven bullets in his flesh. . . . They, Frank Koncil and Charles Hrubek, were members of "Polack Joe" Saltis' bootlegging gang. Rival thugs had killed them. This was only another episode in Chicago's intramural liquor...
...could offer nothing, because the Socialist Party in the U. S., owners of the right to Polykushka, refused, for political precautions, to allow the picture to be revealed. A few months ago, they were prevailed upon to permit M. Nelidov to show his work. Then came weary months of pavement-pounding in search of an exhibitor. Finally, the Fifth Avenue Playhouse took the film under consideration. One bright day, the directors telephoned the good news to M. Nelidov at his dingy rooming-house. His picture would soon be seen by a U. S. public. From the other...
Across the iced pavement from the new home of terpsichore and a ham sandwich the ancient boards of Brattle Hall resound this week to the thudding steps of an even more ancient comedy. The Dramatic Club has found its soul in the heel of Italy. Aided by Gilbert Seldes, American correspondent to the "New Criterion" and a member of the Harvard class of 1914, the play boys of the Cambridge world have at last achieved success: "The Orange Comedy" is funny, completely...
...just before the Panic of 1893 (this was pure coincidence), of poor but honest parents. (Father was poor and mother was honest). We were, in fact, so poor that for economic reasons there was nothing personal in it--my mother dropped me out of the window onto the concrete pavement. I was quite unharmed, however, and just as my mother was about to repeat the experiment from a window one flight higher our old Indian servant stopped her, Pont," pleaded the faithful red-man. "Can't you see that the Great Spirit is reserving him for a grand mission...