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...Angeles police stopped John Cudney's meetings on "Miracle Hill" because lepers were mixing with the crowds. But his Los Angeles sponsor, Mrs. Ella Farley, had already cleaned up with picture postcards of him at 25? each and her brother had cleared $4,000 on the "Miracle Hill" soda pop concession. U. S. postal authorities continued to permit thousands of handkerchiefs to be sent to him for blessing, because he made no charge...
...teakwood and cream enamel Royal Train parked one night last week on a siding near Knowsley Hall, vast Lancashire estate of Edward George Villiers Stanley. 17th Earl of Derby.* There is no other peer with whom the King would rather dine and sit up late over a whiskey-soda. But scowling heavens loosed a cloudburst just as the Royal Train drew in. Terrific thunder claps, incessant lightning and sheets of lashing rain kept Their Majesties aboard the train all night. Next day amid brilliant sunshine Lord Derby was their guest as they chuffed off to open the most exciting feat...
...three unofficial armies: the 2,500,000 common S. A. Storm Troops in brown uniforms; the 200,000 S. S. Storm Troops in black uniforms who constitute the picked, super-drilled Nazi Praetorian Guard; and the 200,000 grey-clad Stahlhelm or war veterans organized and led by onetime Soda-water Tycoon Col. Franz Seldte...
...overcame him. "Look at the bathroom!" he exclaimed. It was such a chamber as only ladies of the cinema bathe in. The rites of house-warming were later transferred to the tenth floor of the Raleigh Hotel across the street-where the number of the guests consuming scotch and soda, rye and bourbon, cocktails and sandwiches, mysteriously doubled. In Manhattan two days later the Postmaster General had another proud moment. He and his children, Betty, n, Anne, 8 and Jimmy. 6, boarded the S. S. Conte di Savoia at Quarantine. "Who's there?" demanded a woman's voice...
...stepped forward to take his place. The line of graduates surged up, rippled across the stage. The portly trustee pumped each well-scrubbed right hand, thrust a diploma into the left, grinned, murmured "Congratulations." Each presentation took four seconds. On & on they came - bakers from Brooklyn, mechanics from Manhattan, soda-jerkers from The Bronx, clerks from Jersey. Cooper Union is free and many students have fulltime jobs outside. Fifteen minutes passed and the Free Hand Drawing classes appeared. The portly trustee was now trying to keep his right hand behind his back. It was no use. He grew confused, began...