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Observers recalled how he had sped from Moscow to Berlin (TIME, Oct. 12) in an effort to keep Foreign Minister Stresemann of Germany from going to the now famous Locarno Conference. From croaking throats came prophecies that M. Tchitcherin's presence in Paris last week foreboded a Communist uprising in France. To heads more subtle it appeared that M. Tchitcherin was at length approaching perilously near the truth when he spoke as follows to correspondents: "So! Let there be no rumors, gentlemen! I am merely passing through Paris on my way from Germany to Mentone [French Riviera...
...airplane flying from Paris to London were six ducks. While the plane sped at 100 miles an hour over the Straits of Dover, one duck laid an egg. Alighting at Croyden, the pilot had the egg boiled...
...Duchess in her sleek, silent motor sped ahead of them to Curzon House, Curzon Street, Mayfair. As the brawny packers unpacked, she gazed approvingly about her at the comfortable Georgian spaciousness of her new winter home. Court gossips have it that she and the Duke found the suite of apartments at their disposal in Buckingham Palace "a bit awkward for entertaining" and White Lodge, "too far out of town." Curzon House is at the very focus of London's fashionable West End, and moreover near Chesterfield House, the town residence of Princess Mary and Viscount Lascelles...
...demanded: "Well, how's Communism?" Mr. Slocombe cut the Premier dead. Abashed, Mussolini murmured: "Then I have made a mistake?" turned irresolutely on his heel. A sparrowlike little Dutch correspondent chirped loudly: "You often do!" Flouted, and apparently speechless, II Benito rushed from the hotel. Later he sped back over the hills to Italy and omnipotence...
Near Syracuse, along the tracks of the New York Central, a night flyer sped westward. No whistles blew. No bell sounded. Faster and faster it glided, past green lights at little stations, red lights at crossings; and the clicking of the ties became a dreamy foxtrot drumming in the ears of people who twisted on lumpy mattresses in small green coffins in its shadowy Pullman cars. A suddenly frightened fireman stared out at the flying night, then made his way forward and peered into the engine cab. At the throttle was a hand- the steady hand of Engineer William Vanbergen...