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Buxom Mistress Magda Lupescu lent her bullet-proof U. S. sedan to King Carol last week and His Majesty sent it down to Sinaia Station to fetch the Regent of Yugoslavia, esthetic Prince Paul, who arrived by special train from Belgrade. Up for discussion were Archduke Otto's chances of restoration as Austrian Emperor (TIME, July...
Next morning in Butte, Mont, a policeman strolling his beat spied a man named William Mahan whom he had once arrested for bank robbery. As he approached, the man began to run. The policeman lost his quarry over a back fence and roof top. But in the Ford sedan which the man had deserted were found $15,155 worth of Weyerhaeuser ransom bills. All roads leading from Butte were promptly bottled...
...school, where the Weyerhaeuser chauffeur was to meet them and take them home to lunch. He had wandered into the grounds of the Tacoma Lawn Tennis Club. As he was emerging on the other side he saw a man standing on the curb beside a "tan sedan." "He asked me where Stadium Way was. I told him I didn't know and he came over toward me and grabbed me and put his hand over my mouth and pulled me into the tan sedan." After that George remembered riding a long time, sometimes in the tan sedan, sometimes...
Torrents poured in the eastern slopes of the Rocky Mountains. Down went the flood waters of Cherry Creek to Denver. Down went swollen Fountain Creek at Colorado Springs, rolling eight feet deep in the residential section, drowning a man and woman on the roof of their sedan. The floods spread to Colorado's Sugar Bowl, rushed into Nebraska by way of the South Platte and Republican Rivers. The hamlets of Max and Parks vanished entirely. At McCook, home of Senator Norris, the Pastime Amusement Park slipped into the Republican River, grown two miles wide. The power station was demolished...
Outside it was still pitch dark. Bowen Tufts slipped into his overcoat, put on his hat, stepped out of doors. He walked across the lawn and entered the garage, shutting the doors tight behind him. When the motor of his Packard sedan settled down to a quiet hum, he climbed out of the front seat, walked to the rear of the garage. Carefully taking off his hat, he lay down on the cement floor, a foot from the purring exhaust. At seven in the morning the maid found the motor still running. Bowen Tufts was dead...