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Grover Aloysius Whalen, new and news worthy Police Commissioner of New York, rigged up last week an observation post in the Astor Hotel, which stands plunk at the Broadwayest part of Broadway (44th St.). It was theatre time, and something more than 150,000 people were proceeding with various speeds in Mr. Whalen's general direction. But almost before they had time to discuss him (as most of them did) they found themselves seated before curtains, twitteringly awaiting visions of fair women or the croak of tragedy. This unprecedented condition-the theatres filling on time-was caused by Commissioner...
...Four years ago Mr. Gray devised a new place to drop nickels- the Sodamat. From the original Soda-mat all a patron got for his nickel was an ice-cream soda or other-soft drink, mixed with mechanical generosity, despatch and cleanliness; automatically spouted into the glass after the plunk of the coin. On the second Sodamat model, there were electric lights. The next carbonated its own soda-water. The models installed last week on Broadway had lights, carbonation, electric refrigeration, neat push buttons. Concoctions: orange, grape, lime, ginger ale, cherry, root beer, fruit punch, oriental cream, raspberry...
...bill that has been the great staple of U. S. currency. Even the most modestly salaried individual can "flash a roll" of ones. Homely, democratic, sanctified by custom, the one-dollar bill has been taken to the U. S. bosom, lovingly christened "bean," "buck," "berry," "simoleon," "iron man," "smacker," "plunk," "rock," "kelp" (always in the plural which employs no "s"; e. g. "14 kelp."). Meanwhile the Treasury Department has found itself faced with a printing bill of millions of dollars yearly. It was costing money to make money...
...lectures with one eye on his watch, the other on the window whence come signs of spring, and his mind's eye visualizing a yacht on the blue or a shack in the clouds. Even the dullest of subjects will fail to induce sleep, for now it is the plunk-plunk of a banjo drifting over rippling waters or the splash of a perfect "watermelon" from a twenty foot spring board that imparts a faint glean of intelligence to the student's shining face. Even the most exacting of lecturers are pleased these days with the brilliant countenances before them...
Creators of comic strips have done much with the Sunday Night idea; what could be better material? Papa in his stocking feet; Mama in a temper; horrible noises rising around from huge-mouthed canary birds, thrown vases, dying pet; "Awk," "Tweet-Tweet," "Glub-Glub," "Plunk," "Zowie...