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...their seats. The President and his wife had one of the front pews. Mrs. Coolidge wore for the first time a gown of ecru lace over a black satin slip. The Crown Prince and Princess of Sweden were present, she wearing a gown of apricot pink crepe, with a skirt of self-colored lace. The only decorations in the chapel were six golden vases of lilies on the altar and white ribbons outlining the aisles...
...unusually white teeth; a generous nose; eager, long-lashed eyes-her description has been so minutely detailed that it is certain she prepared to go in swimming. Her bathing suit had a white edging around the armholes. It was a one-piece suit with the pretense of a short skirt. The trunks came down almost to her knees. Her legs that day were vague. Some reports have her wearing stockings, others none. Her followers-those that pray night and day in the Prayer Tower of her Angelus Temple, those who have seen her in her white nurse's uniform...
Aloma of the South Seas. Gilda Gray, graduate of barroom dance halls of the Middle West, has made her first picture. She has taken a grass-skirt story of a native girl in love with a visiting American. After various struggles with his girl from America and Aloma's coffee-colored lover, it turns out, miraculously, that she is really a white girl after all. Miss Gray, while no Bernhardt, holds up her end of the acting capably enough. She also shimmies boldly and with emphasis. That, after all, is her life work and the thing she seems...
...Mauna Loa's first eruption in five years. Comparatively little destruction attended it. Few, if any, lives were lost. The lava flowed chiefly south and west from three orifices, demolishing but one village, Hoopuloa (chief remaining centre of grass-skirt dancing), which it buried 50 feet deep. An eastward flow demolished four ranch houses...
...grasp of the firemen, of Mr. and Mrs. Kronk, dashed up the cinder-hot stairs, bent over the baby's crib. Smoke made her eyes dazzle. She could see nothing in the crib. Was it possible that the baby had been carried out after all? Heat licked at her skirt, singed her arms; terrible heat burrowed in her eyesockets. No, there he was; he lay with his head on his quilt, his legs squirming pinkly on his pillow. Great-grandmother Messinger picked him up, carried him out, collapsed into the arms of Mr. Kronk. Last week the Twentieth Century Club...