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...luggage of Explorer-Engineer Grant Carveth Wells of England, who was going to take them to the American Museum of Natural History, where they would be mounted against a background of bleak tundra and labeled Lemmus norvegicus, the lemming. Stubby of tail, tawny of fur, blunt of snout, five inches long, lemmings are probably the only mice that ever excited awe in both sexes of human kind. Not Aesop's mouse who gnawed a lion free; not the three blind mice whom the farmer's spouse decaudated; not the clock-scaling mouse of Mother Goose nor Alice...
...left hand in the manner of a man painting a fence. Blood squirted from a gash over Walker's eye. In the ninth round he knocked Flowers down again but the black man, with a grin of ebony, bounced from the canvas and hacked at Walker's snout. The gong ended the tenth. The crowd in the Chicago Coliseum waited. Referee Yanger raised Walker's hand, gave him the middleweight championship of the world, amid the boos and groans of those who thought Flowers had the best...
...with Mayor Duvall but with a man who had kept half a dozen Indiana Mayors in his pay, a man who had controlled the lower house of the State legislature, who had ruled the state constabulary and the highway police, who had kept an airplane with a gilded snout, a private yacht on Buckeye Lake, who had given parties modeled on those of the later Caesars, who had said-his thin voice rising to a shriek in a drunken and lascivious party-"I am the counterpart of Napoleon, the master mind of all the world. Drink her down...
...assistant director of the American Museum, sailed last March with Manufacturer and Mrs. Jesse Metcalf of Manhattan on the same quest the Burdens last week completed (TIME, March 22). The Burdens also collected: seven rare specimens of poisonous snakes (dead); a 450-lb. saddleback tapir with a 40-in. snout (alive...
...Angeles. Slowly, cautiously, like the groundhog in February, the great Los Angeles thrust her monstrous grey stern-snout out of the hangar at Lakehurst, N. J. Sniffs of the wind augured well for several days aloft. The motors roared and rumbled, the huge celestial torpedo pushed up for her first extended trip since last July. Heading southeast, Captain George W. Steele Jr. guided her out over Barnegat Bay, then down to Atlantic City and to Cape May through bumpy air seas. Over Barnegat Lighthouse some internal wires had snapped; a waterline had burst, from one of the steam-condensers...