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...Hill," besides figuring in Seattle vocabularies as a euphemism for "the Devil," signifies paunchy Samuel Hill, millionaire husband of Mary, daughter of the late rail magnate, James J. Hill. Sam Hill, candid, reputedly confessed to Seattle pressmen last week that he built Maryhill, his estate on the Columbia River, "just to entertain a king or queen in," that he has been stalking royal guests ever since...
...gathering of pressmen he explained his note. Yes, he wore makeup. His profession made it necessary. Did he wear bracelets? For reply he held up his wrist, and the golden bands tinkled their momentary music. Sentiment, he said, had sealed their clasps. He would never take them off. "Here, in tender reverie," wrote the star cor- respondent of a moving picture magazine, "Mr. Valentino bent his head. . . ." Discussing the editorial, the head was erect, the reverie was not tender...
...told pressmen that he had told the elders that he believed fully in the Bible "as inspired by God and written by Him-the infallible Book." He spoke as his father had coached him to speak: "I believe the world is going plumb to hell! I believe that it is bad, and always has been bad, and it's going to get worse. But up to the present time it's no worse than it has been...
...Pressmen one morning last week sought out a certain Philadelphia hotel bedroom to which they were instantly admitted. The bed was snowed under with newspapers, and amid them sat a young man in blue and white pajamas, whiffing energetically at an after-breakfast cigaret. The reporters bowed deferentially, for this was one of the few species of humanity that reporters respect-a talented member of their own calling, a reporter risen to publisher...
...Coronations do not come so very dear. Subtle ex-Tsar Ferdinand smiles in his beard. He answers no questions. Little Tsar Boris motors with abandon, hunts in picturesque attire, confides to pressmen that he loves birds, flowers, wolfhounds, but no woman-and witless rumors fly. Behind the iridescent screen of these puerilities, the old Tsar tweaks many a string, moves about Europe in welcome obscurity, continues to be a force which statesmen do not neglect to recognize...