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...college. Tuberculous since he was 17, he was bed-ridden most of his years, lived a life as inactive as his grandfather's was exciting. He kept financial reports by his bedside, was sharp enough to get out of the stock-market before the 1929 crash. In search of dry air, he was carried to Egypt, Spain, then to the U. S. Southwest for good. Not since 1923 had he seen a football game with sharp-faced President Walter Dill Scott, of Northwestern, great ferret of endowments, great friend of Deerings. Roger died at 51 last fortnight in Albuquerque...
...Magnin's husband Isaac, who emigrated from The Netherlands to the U. S. just before the Civil War, fought as a Confederate cavalryman, turned pushcart peddler in New Orleans. With some savings, he went to London to look for his long-lost father, found his bride in the search. Isaac Magnin then set himself up in London as a wood carver and gilder in a picture-framing shop. Late in the 1870's, the Magnin's set out for San Francisco. There Mrs. Magnin picked a shop between the business and residential districts to catch the trade...
...culvert on a forest reserve. Wealthy South Side Jews, the Leopold, Loeb and Franks families were friends and neighbors. When the boy's body was found, Loeb, 18, and the University of Michigan's youngest graduate, called at the Franks home to offer condolences, helped police search for clues. Leopold, a brilliant law student at the University of Chicago and at 18 an ornithologist of repute, continued with his bird-study classes. Ten days after the murder the case suddenly broke when a pair of glasses found at the scene of the crime were identified as Leopold...
...cold, scrawled out with his left hand because California handshakers had disabled his right. The Hecksher Foundation for Children launched a drive for winter relief funds in New York City with a poem composed by chipper, white-bearded Philanthropist August Hecksher, 87. Excerpt: The stars, the stars shine brighter, Search thine immortal soul, Thy heart, thy heart beats lighter, What first we need is - COAL. In the weekly newspaper of Doom, The Netherlands, Wilhelm von Hohenzollern inserted an advertisement thanking the world Press for its interest in his 77th birthday...
...poet along with many a poetaster and poeticule, follows the modern fad of writing a subjective Sanskrit all his own. Ponderers of such puzzle-poetry as Kenneth Patchen's no longer hope to get more than an impression of the sense; they do not so much read as search for clues. But even nervous readers will find enough of those to lead them to an opinion: 1) Patchen's language dates him as definitely as a Eugenie bonnet: These withered times prepare no turkish-bath. . . . We can't get there by taxicab or sentiment. . . . Glory squashed...