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...Christmas Day, President Coolidge was astir before 7 a.m. Going out on the rear grounds of the White House, he greeted his pet raccoon, who wore his gift, a gleaming collar bearing the legend: "Rebecca Raccoon of the White House." Returning indoors, the President gazed reflectively at the three Christmas trees in the Blue Room, decorated by Mrs. Coolidge and their son, John. This was the first time that there have been Christmas trees in the White House since the death of Calvin Coolidge Jr. Later the Presidential family gathered upstairs with Mr. & Mrs. Frank W. Stearns of Boston...
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...right with the "South Lot."* The President announced last week that he and Mrs. Coolidge are very fond of their wild swarm of bees. However, the President does not eat honey because it once made him sick when he was a little boy. As for the raccoon, which was sent to the President from Nitta Yuma, Miss. (TIME, Dec. 6), it has won its way into the Presidential affection and will not be sent to the zoo. An eternal coonship has been founded...
Meanwhile, in cooler cities, football followers hung up their raccoon coats and spent Saturday afternoon picking All-Americans. It was a footless search, for the "official" All-American is not so quickly chosen nor so authentically "official" as in the days of Walter Camp. There are 300 colleges playing football, and every campus chants for its heroes. The best that can be done is to compare the All-American teams that happen into print...
...Nobile, pilot and builder of the dirigible Norge, was presented to President Coolidge by the Italian Ambassador. Titina, sophisticated fox terrier who had seen the North Pole, accompanied General Nobile, but scurried out of one of the White House windows before greeting the President. ¶Does President Coolidge eat raccoon meat? No. A full-grown male raccoon, sent from Nitta Yuma, Miss., with the hope that it would be a pièce de résistance for the Presidential table, is now frisking about in the White House cellar. Soon it will probably be despatched to the Rock Creek...