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...compliment to his Argentine hearers, he "carefully pronounced" numerous Spanish words and phrases. Delighted, the guests cheered with a hearty acclaim which drowned most of what he said. Over the din one diner thought that he caught the words: "It seems a long way from Calle Florida to the Strand. . . .* But there is so much in common between Britons and Argentines that their friendship and understanding will indefinitely prolong the century of peace between...
...Goelct, W. C. Goodwin, B. J. Harrison, R. W. Hemminger, R. F. Hodges, Mark Hopkins, T. W. Hubbard, J. C. Hubbard, L. Hutchins, T. F. Kane, H. J. Kouffman, E. Martin McAusland G. H. Norris, J. B. Parkerson, J. E. Robinson, F. C. Sidney, E. M. Stillson, B. D. Strand, A. R. Sweezy, J. A. Tilt, W. T. Tower, Norman, Vaughn, W. D. Whitmore, S. M. Williams, D. F. Wolfe...
...some $4,500,000 a year, noted for his lavish entertainments. Last week he arrived in London with a suite of 50 and a retinue of servants numbering at least 20. He and his suite occupied the whole fifth floor (100 rooms) of the Savoy Hotel on the Strand, for which he is said to pay $1,000 a day. Two special Indian cooks prepare his food and a fleet of 20 limousines waits in constant attendance. A new elevator in scarlet and Chinese lacquer was installed for his especial benefit and, by throwing several rooms together, a throne room...
...Lancet. Outside a London newspaper office a crowd gathered last week, at first no more than a small, compact impediment in the current of the Strand's foot passengers, but swelling minute by minute until it bulged, a black protuberance, pulsing with a low, incessant fever and disordering the normal life of the street. Nobody jostled. Men and women stood silent, taken with the sick prescience that infects crowds in the apprehension of some great event -a declaration of war, the birth of a prince...
...suggestive of the cycle through which this and other countries were passing. In the writing, there was a rich personal flavor, informal yet dignified, unhurried but never verbose. Each issue was a monolog by an unprejudiced ruminative man who was as likely to weave into his discourse some bright strand of slang as some fibrous or silken or homespun thread from Montaigne, La Rochefoucauld, Mark Rutherford, Andrew Marvell...