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...cooperation with our President and believe this spirit emanates from the whole people." Until last week that was the only political pronouncement the grey-eyed, gracious widow of Calvin Coolidge had made since his death. Last week before 1,500 applauding Massachusetts Republicans she appeared at Heaton Hall in swank Stockbridge to eulogize and hearten her State's Republican candidates, to predict for them a sweeping victory in next month's elections...
...Party wanted it more potent than rich Sir Stafford Cripps who, although he is a graduate of swank Winchester College and a bencher of the Middle Temple, stands as far Left as any Briton will go who still recoils from Communism. Sir Stafford and his Leftist "Socialist Leaguers" wanted three main points incorporated in the platform on which Labor will stand when it goes before the nation either next year or in the 1936 general elections: 1) cooperation with the Communists. 2) immediate abolition of the House of Lords, 3) confiscation of industries, banking and estates without compensation...
Last week Britons were technically violating it by the hundred thousand to subscribe to this year's Irish Sweepstakes. In the closing hours of last week's conference of the Conservative Party, up rose Sir William Henry Davison, a fellow member with Atholl of the swank Carlton Club. "Ordinary citizens," he cried, "resent the Government's attempts to ... prevent them from having a flutter. . . ." (Cheers.) Before the party leaders could collect themselves, Sir William shouted his motion: ". . . The Government should give facilities for a national lottery." Aye! And up went hundreds of hands. Nay! A feeble...
Early one morning last week in Milwaukee Rev. E. Reginald Williams, onetime rector of swank St. Mark's Episcopal Church, smashed up his automobile on the courthouse steps. He was fined $100 in absentia by a judge who announced the defendant was "too drunk to stand trial...
Trailing a thousand different perfumes, an endless procession of women surged through the lobbies of Manhattan's swank Waldorf-Astoria last week. They were large and small, handsome and unlovely, most of them middleaged, many of them buxom, and not a few with funny hats. They pushed into the elevators, chattering, fluttering programs, snatching quick glances at themselves in mirrors. The elevator operators knew better than to stop at the mezzanine, where the Wholesale Liquor Dealers Association was in convention. Unmistakably these passengers were headed for the third-floor ballroom and the Conference on Current Problems...