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Black-Robed Benchers. Awesomely, like so many legal acolytes of Death, six black-robed benchers of Gray's Inn came for the great jurist's body. He should not lie in state at his house in dignified Belgravia but among the cloistered inns of court, snug in the chapel of his own Gray...
Music lovers who live about San Francisco Bay flocked, one chilly night last week, to the University of California's Berkeley campus to hear the first symphony concert presented in the Greek Theatre-the gift of Publisher William Randolph Hearst-in seven years. Snug in overcoats, the audience found the renditions of Weber, Rimsky-Korsakov and Wagner workmanlike but uninspired, applauded the occasion rather than the music. For it was a night of records. The conductor was black-haired, bright-eyed Antonia Brico, first woman ever to conduct Berlin's philharmonic orchestra, first woman to conduct San Francisco...
...much richer New York institution for sailors is Sailors' Snug Harbor, old men's home on Staten Island. It leases part of its Manhattan land to Wanamaker's department store for almost $1,100,000 yearly...
Thousands of sharp-nosed, furry little animals slept more safely in snug pens throughout the eastern U. S. when, last week, one Alfred Findlay and one John Merritt were caught by police, who believe them the most enterprising and systematic silver fox thieves in the land. They will be charged with raiding the Hampshire silver black fox farm in Williamsburg, Mass. From other farms in New York, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut and Maine they are believed to have stolen not less than $100,000 worth of pelts-slipping into the pens by night with flashlights, clubbing the wide-eyed little animals...
When the Rev. Elliot Warne left his snug little parish in England to go to France as an earnest, sensitive, high-minded chaplain, he could not have picked a worse time. He joined his unit, an artillery brigade in Cough's Fifth Army, in the spring of 1918, four hours before Ludendorff launched his spring offensive. The first barrage shattered Chaplain Warne's nerve. For the next three weeks of nightmare, as the lines bent daily backward but never quite broke, he was in an increasing agony of bewildered fear and uselessness. Said one of the mess: "This...