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...Mason, Ohio, G. L. Gerard heard mountain fiddlers playing a tune from inside a rain spout on his barn. All over town tin roofs spat fire at the touch of a screwdriver, lights flashed on at 2 a. m. John La Mar, who sells melons, pointed an accusing finger at a steel tower which tapers 831 feet above the village, insisted: "I've watched clouds come rolling up until they reach that tower. Then they split in two and each part goes a different direction and we don't get a drop...
Emperor Hirohito. Leaks indicated that Naval Tomcat Osumi demanded abrogation of the naval treaties at once by Japan, while Diplomatic Tomcat Hirota spat that it would be better to face the Great Powers with impossible demands and lead them into rejection of Japan's scheme, for which they must then take the blame...
...fathers and a godfather were concerned. Thereby hung a tale, unrevealed until last week, of how a handsome apology enabled great concord to grow out of the furious spat in Geneva last May between glacial, correct British Foreign Secretary Sir John Simon and humorous, mercurial French Foreign Minister Louis Barthou. Knowing nothing of Sir John's deep sorrow at his childless second marriage,* M. Barthou lapsed accidentally into offering a deadly insult to Sir John. The issue was a plan not devised by the Briton but to which he had given approval. "It seems, Sir John," flashed M. Barthou, "that...
...this Sir John Simon flushed beet-red, his secretary paled amid French amazement. This climaxed the public spat over Sir John's proposal to grant a measure of rearmament to Germany which M. Barthou bluntly rejected (TIME, June 11). To all appearances they parted bitter enemies, but just before Sir John left Geneva, M. Barthou, having discovered the nature of his blunder, called to make a handsome apology which Sir John handsomely accepted...
...Brooklyn garage Angelina di Gangi, 15, scolded Vito Marano for flirting. Young Vito cuffed his love, and she fled home. Hour later Vito, repentant, sidled into the dark hall of her house, a peace-offering of fine yellow daffodils in his hand. A gun spat a bullet. Young Vito turned slowly in surprise, walked a block before he showed his wound to a policeman. At the other end of the block Angelina's hysterical scream attracted the policeman. Hugged to her breast was a bunch of fine yellow daffodils, flecked with young Vito's blood...