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...where sentries walked post along a retaining wall, a few Japanese and Hawaiians waded about, looking for fish to spear. In Army posts all over Oahu, soldiers were dawdling into a typical idle Sunday. Aboard the ships of the Fleet at Pearl Harbor, life was going along at a saunter. Downtown nothing stirred save an occasional bus. The clock on the Aloha Tower read...
Guard Troy Wade dozed in the shade of a tree, his shotgun beside him. Near by, Convict Frank Conley waited, watched, his hand on a knife hidden in his clothes. Far down at the end of the line he saw two convict guards saunter up to the driver of the prison water wagon-an Indian, in for rape-and train their guns on him. At the opposite end of the line two convict guards armed with shotguns quietly moved up on the regular prison guards. It was just...
Dust had grimed the dregs at the foot of the bottle, the fire was embers, Dawn reached rosy fingers to snatch back reality. The Vagabond shook himself, gazed at his empty lair, stretched in preparation for a new day. At nine o'clock he will saunter spryly into Sever 22 to hear Mr. Curtiss discourse on "Motion in Polar Coordinates," for Roger Bacon, first of the moderns, said "Mathematics prepares the mind and elevates it to a sure knowledge of all things," for in numbers lies the only Truth...
...interview may let him snap a picture, although he would freeze again at sight of a photographer's tripod and plate-box. In many cases the cameraman, boldly marked with the badge of his trade, is barred at gates where the newsman, with camera concealed, may saunter in. As Jack Price says: "Nowadays a reporter can still carry his cane and have a camera tucked in his pocket." The adventures of news photographers can be fully as thrilling as those of newshawks. Ingenuity comes quite as much into play. Jack Price thinks the most ingenious stunt he ever...
...CRIMSON reporter who found himself crossing the Radcliffe Yard not long ago and emerged on the other side with gratifying editorial comments on the subject of how times do change. But we trust that, as the dinner gong and the clapper, like the cat and the fiddle, saunter down the long halls of unwritten history together, the former will present to the latter a distinctly cold shoulder, after all as any discerning dinner gong should. Radcliffe Daily...