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...Shangri La's busiest customer, J. Tillotson, who commandeered a taxi and rode full upon his "charging steed" to the distant abode of a grateful damsel, bade her a quick adieu, and then disappeared into the stealth of the mushy--by virtue of the weather--night. For such valor, above and beyond the call of chivalry, we nominate James Tillotson, the man of Brown, for the coveted title, "Pigeon of the Week...
...cobwebbed pen and dip it in the inks of time. So much has happened that we could almost write a history on the subject of Kelvin "Kewpie" O'Donnell alone. For instance, Kirby G. (for Gerkin) Pickle spent his last confederate dollar taking a gal home in a taxi, Napoleon "Tommy" Thomas received a picture from a Texas belle (pronounced "bell") who calls herself "the body." The Count be Wright learned how to swim (dog paddle), Rudy Trummer had a date, S.C. won the Rose Bowl...
Other items required included a car--preferably a convertible coupe--and a corsage. A ride in a taxi was acceptable, but not enthusiastically received. Dance committees did not then request, "No Corsages Please." Often even a date to see a play required a man to furnish flowers. Gardenias (two or more) were commonplace. An orchid was more or less expected at a formal dance...
...thinks in Indian and writes in English." Thumbing a ride weekly from the Indian mission six miles north to the Banner-Journal office, he calmly usurps Editor Harriet Thomas Noble's desk to pencil his weekly stint on scratch paper, after which he generally cozens a taxi fare home from her. His choice of subjects is limitless, ranging from the weather ("The weather is change wind every half day and person getting catch cold easy") to the latest blessed event in the Indian colony. Occasionally his desire for a scoop leads him into trouble, but he is graceful...
Colonel Elliott Roosevelt, briefly in Manhattan after months overseas, turned up in a Broadway night scene. Max Huddle, 30, dance-hall manager, ex-bouncer, 4-Fer, was holding his own against four soldiers who had tried to take his taxi, when, he swore, another taxi drew up and Colonel Roosevelt stepped out, stopped the fight, told everyone to "scram." Huddle, bruised and breathing hard, filed a complaint with the Army Provost Marshal against the G.I.s, called Roosevelt a "taxi-commando, [who] acted like he was God Almighty...