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When Author Seton kills off Father & Mother Cameron in a few swift pages of cholera and hemorrhages, kindly Mexicans adopt Fey. Later, handsome, rascally Terry Dillon finds Fey a helpful partner in selling Dr. Dillon's Extra Special Elixir, a snake oil whose chief ingredient is river water. Said the Indians: "The Great Spirit meant you for a better destiny...
Died. Dr. Thomas Barbour, 61, 6-ft.-6 snake-loving, pre-eminent naturalist and author (A Naturalist at Large, That Vanishing Eden), director since 1927 of Harvard's Museum of Comparative Zoology; of a cerebral hemorrhage; in Boston. One of the worst of his many bad moments with reptiles in many lands: his giant boa went AWOL in a Palm Beach-bound train...
There were a couple of seagoing prep-school boys, Al, an amateur boxer whose short upper lip made Sculptor Slobodkin distrust him, and Mush, who was unpleasantly popeyed. There was Georgia Boy, a snake-hipped harmonica player and dancer, who used to talk nostalgically about his "mammy." And there was Joe, whose father was a Yorkshireman, whose mother was a French Tahitian and whose English was a splendid massacre. Joe once referred to the "United Steaks Conscience, Washington, Disease" which, translated, turned out to be the United States Congress, Washington, D.C. Sometimes he would dream about his abandoned South...
Chicago was "a vast, unorganized lunatic asylum." There Author Miller saw an Indian, in full regalia, selling snake oil in the shadow of "the great monument to chewing-gum lit up by floodlights." On a wall was chalked, in letters ten feet high: GOOD NEWS! GOD IS LOVE! In Milwaukee and St. Louis (where "the true morbidity of the American soul finds its outlet"), the houses "seemed to have been decorated with rust, blood, tears, sweat, bile, rheum and elephant dung." Pittsburgh was "the crucible where all values are reduced to slag." Detroit "can do in a week...
Halfback Davis has far too much leg drive to suffer comparison with such outstanding scat-backs as Yale's Albie Booth. Nor is he comparable to snake-hipped Red Grange. Junior carries a special kind of speed that is all his own. After a brief show of hippiness, enough to get around the end, he simply leans forward and sprouts wings. Once outside, he makes would-be tacklers look ridiculous as they try to cope with his speed, his willowy change of pace and starchy stiff arm. He has gained a grand total of 1,777 yards...