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...lacking as we must evidence of any positive nature, there seems more point to the view that von Hindenburg's collapse has been gradual, and is not yet consummate. There is certainly more hope in this view for the future of Europe and of the world. POLLUX...
Puzzled as were Pollux and I to see that Hitler's Germany has gone the Golden-Rule-Day Society twelve better by decreeing a national monthly fast day, the household savings of which are to feed the local starving Armenians, we were even more struck by the incongruity of a message sent down by the Soviet ballooners to their listening fans on the ground. Having attained the height of 11.8 miles above the earth, they radioed: "We are doing well and send our best wishes." For a very happy Stratostat Year? CASTOR...
...village riot. In the next election it was all too possible that a revolt might swing the tide to Fiorello Laguardia, the Fusionist contender. If this occurred, the Tammany wigwam was likely to do a sizeable amount of starving in the ensuing months. It is a saying which Pollux is fond of repeating, "that necessity is the mother of invention." And so it proved to be. Before another moon had passed Sachems Flynn and Curry had acted, Holy Joe McKee was designated to enter the campaign as a third major candidate, and the Wigwam became its cheery old self, confident...
...Pollux last night chuckling softly over a newspaper item which reported Bishop Manning's refusal to allow the Lutherans to use the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York for a great Protestant celebration commemorating Martin Luther. Pollux was amused to recollect the good Bishop's fund-raising slogan when building the Cathedral: "A House of prayer for all people." The invisible amendment which Pollux missed seems to have read: "Except for non-Episcopalians and all those bearing the name Judge Ben Lindsey...
...illuminate gently pat the heads of direct, self possessed, and mature artists and curl their lips at homespun, so long must we be judged in the world as a literary cocktail compounded of six parts young intensity and four parts fragile aniiquarianism. Or so Castor tells me. POLLUX...