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What was considered one of the Mayor's best appointments was the naming of George V. McLaughlin as Police Commissioner. Mr. McLaughlin had been Superintendent of State banks. He is not a Tammany man, has held office under both Republicans and Democrats. A six-foot, 207-lb., muscular man, his type is indicated by the story of his first appearance at Police Headquarters?the day before he took office...
...Paul A. McDuffey, six-foot strapping White House policeman, off duty one night when his family was out of town, had a sudden longing for pigs' feet. In quest of this delicacy he went to South Capitol St., was set upon by three sailors, doped, seriously wounded...
...shoot an arrow from a six-foot yew-bow, to hit a golf ball, to throw a baseball, to cast a heavy fishing-slug for distance in the surf -manly exercises all. But does the missile fly farthest from rod, arm, club or bow? Which engine is superior in speed, in accuracy? A hypothetical question, surely; one that might be debated i Erewhon on Midsummer Day, with Walter Travis expatiating kindly to Amos Rusie, Izaak Walton put-tnig in a gnarled, shy word, and the laughter of Robin Hood foaming clear and soft like...
Giovanni Martinelli, tall, straight-featured, with long locks thrust back in waves from his forehead, is the six-foot incarnation of all Latin gallantry. He, many declare, is the only tenor who can play Mario Cavaradossi in Tosca without bringing angry tears to the eyes of disillusioned debutantes. He is now 39 and weight-well-distributed, fortunately -has come to him with his many honors. His repertoire includes virtually the entire operatic works of Verdi, Puccini and the leading modern French composers. His English, unlike that of many of the Italian singers in the U. S., is excellent, his French...
...Thomas?a debonair six-foot shape in blue serge, with crisp yachting cap tilted to starboard?waved his hand. Chatting with pressmen, he stroked his goatee?a preposterous tuft no bigger than a barnacle?responded wittily to their sallies, screwing up his eyes when the sun shone against his face?a very brown face, drawn taut with the whip of sea-salt. "What good is the Cup to America when you have nothing to put in it?" asked he. "I understand the only thing you have left to put in it would burn the bottom...