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...expedition was sent out by the University in the beginning of last month, to make such measurements during the recent eclipse, because of the fact that the ionized layer is affected by sunlight. The experiments were carried on in conjunction with an expedition headed by Dr. D. W. Kendrick and Dr. G. W. Pickard of Tufts College...
Soon after dawn the first day of the fiesta this week, hundreds of youths gathered at the edge of town near the railroad station. Men climbed upon six big cages, reached down and opened them. Out walked six bulls, blinking in the sunlight. They were strong, lithe, handsome, each branded with the mark of Don Ernesto Blanco. They looked around, uncertain what to do, until from the crowd of youths came a yell: "Hah! Hah! . . . Toro!" The bulls lowered their heads, charged the crowd. The crowd took to its heels, the bulls stampeding in pursuit...
...lanky, 26-year-old son of Walter Lowrie Fisher, one of Chicago's leading lawyers. Secretary of the Interior under President Taft. Howard Fisher is both a technician and theorist in architecture. Architects in many lands have read his paper on getting the maxi mum amount of sunlight into a house. He is considered an expert on designing squash courts. One day he noticed his brother's walls were leaking. When he found out that Chicago's Field Museum and Shedd Aquarium, both masonry structures, also had leak troubles, he decided steel would be a better building material than brick...
Only matches in the Epee and Sabre were held because it is impossible to follow the devious passes of the slender foils in the sunlight. The results of the matches are as follows: Epee: first, J. J. Mackin '33; second, T. I. Moran '32; third, W. M. Altenburg 2G.B. Sabre: first, H. P. Walker, Jr. '33; second, J. S. Hurd '34; third, R. B. Lawson...
...Woman in Room 13" distributed about the town at the Fenway, Modern, and Beacon. It is a weird "plot pourri" of all the tales handed in at the Fox office this last twelvemonth. Miss Landi tramps along through a divorce court, a murder court, and out to the glaring sunlight of a tennis court where she serves very badly, and back again into prison to see her husband serve for his double fault. It is a grotesque slow-moving business made possible by the wrinkling nose of Miss Landi and the early murder of Mr. Gilbert Roland. It all comes...