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...Byrd crew supplied Parisians with types for all tastes. Some chose sleek, swart Bert Acosta who had piloted the big ship to the French coast and then collapsed with exhaustion. While Commander Byrd slept on the first night in Paris, Pilot Acosta, despite a broken collar bone, continued to pilot his comrades through an informal demonstration at Joseph Zelli's justly celebrated Montmartre night club. Lieutenant Noville, rough, ready and with gay French blood in him was perfectly at home. Blond, blocky Bernt Balchen did not come into his own until his fellow Scandinavians held a special Viking evening...
...everything which would make possible the formation of a "National Coalition Cabinet" strong enough to bulwark Rumania in the event of the sovereign's sudden death. Since the first thing which Premier Averescu would have to do to bring this about would be to resign, his swart face darkened, and some reporters claimed that he did not reply to the King's appeal...
...Majesty Il Re Vittorio Emanuele is a Neapolitan, but not typical. True citizens of Naples are swart, merry fellows, quick to laugh, quicker to bluster, and apt to be stirring and shouting at all hours of the day or night. His Majesty, on the contrary, is cold, a martinet; but all the same he was born at Naples in 1869. Therefore thousands of Neapolitans lined the quays last week in their finest frenzy as the royal yacht Savoia, paced by four destroyers, swung into the Bay of Naples. A "favorite son" was home, pandemonium held carnival...
Score, Harvard 2, Cornell 6. Goals, Linn 2, Hosterman, Coker, McCrohan, Swart, Harrison, Kammerer. Referee, N. T. Beardsley. Judge, H. Jeffers. Time, two 30-minute periods. HARVARD CORNELL Ellison g. g. Dowling Gamache p. p. Mollenburg Markwett c.p. c.p. Trofts Lane 1d. 1d. Kammeror North 2d. 2d. Coker Sayles 3d. 3d. Gowdy Hatch c. c. Swart R. Murphy 3a. 2a. Salisbury Dreier 2a. 1a. Rollins Simpson 1a. 3a. Harrison Linn o.h. o.h. Hosterman J. Murphy i.h. i.h. Connelly
Last week Commander Francesco de Pinedo, swart, pouting but good-natured Fascist ace, bade goodbye to the steep shores of Roosevelt Lake, Ariz. But he did not leave them as expected. His seaplane, the Santa Maria, in which he had skirted Africa, spun over the Atlantic, swooped over the jungles of Brazil, threaded the West Indies, visited New Orleans and Texas, and which he was now refueling for the next hop, to San Diego and the Pacific, lay in still water surrounded by a Joseph's coat of many colors-spilled oil. From a rowboat full of boys nearby...