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Italians fear II Malocchio, the evil eye. Last week in Providence, R. I., Domenico Di Luglio, 65, seemed to cast an evil eye on Woonsocket Loan & Discount Co. as he strode up and down in front of it for the better part of an hour. Banker Di Luglio, a powerful man who eats more than his doctor advises, likes the red wine too, had just that morning resigned as president of $500,000-in-resources Dante State Bank, giving the position...
When Hearst Consolidated Publications, Inc. strode onto the financial pages in July 1930, it caused a sensation both by its purpose and its method. Mr. Hearst was not only selling the public a share in some of his publications but was selling it direct, without benefit of bankers. Two million shares of non-voting 7% "A" stock ($25 par) were placed on sale at Hearst publication offices. A few banks handled the stock, but only as agents, not underwriters. Of these 2,000,000 shares, only some 775,000 or $19,395,000 worth had been sold...
...used to look out across the Chicago River, a new occupant, big, sandy-haired and florid, made himself at home last week. Beaming with pride, he alternately jumped to the telephone, plugging one ear against the shriek of tugboat whistles to catch words of congratulation in the other, and strode happily through the flower-decked reception room, the Victor F. Lawson Memorial board room, with its walls and fireplace transplanted from the founder's home. He was Col. William Franklin ("Frank") Knox, president of the thriving Manchester (N. H.) Union & Leader, until last winter general manager of Hearst publications...
...Back home! Back home!" shouted Laborites loudly in the House of Com mons last week. They were jeering terrier-like Sir Oswald Ernald Mosley, who rose from their ranks and strode defiantly across to the Opposition benches. Close behind him was the whip of his New Party, Dr. Robert Forgan...
...dragged him from the pulpit, flung him screaming on the flagstones. Lash after lash, lash after lash, lash after lash. . . . The priest at length ceased to scream, fainted, lay as though dead. To the faithful His Majesty then stated that Her Majesty never lifts her vail in public, thereupon strode from the mosque with clinking spurs while fellow priests revived the flogged zealot...