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...PETRE-Hilaire Belloc (Illustrated by G. K. Chesterton)-McBride ($2.50). When the grey little man in the taxi ejaculated "Petrel" and hastily explained he was talking to himself, the cabbie smiled sympathetically. But the clerk at the Hotel Splendide knew better. He completed the name most deferentially-John K. Petre-without being told. And Mrs. Celia Cyril (whoever she was) seemed enchanted with John K. Petre (whoever he was). The two ex-chancellors agreed, the Old Cabinet Minister hemmed affably. So the little grey man guessed he was John K. Petre without doubt, evidently a U. S. millionaire...
...evening a reporter had been following Thaw and the members of his seraglio. At length the pursued taxi, careering down a dark side street, drew up in front of the Del Fey Club; Thaw followed a drugget of light on the pavement; a door closed behind him. When the reporter's knuckles a moment later belabored that door, a panel in its upper section slid back and in the slit appeared the bulldog brow of a surly doorkeeper. The reporter was a man typical of his kind, a seedy fellow, drearily accoutred. No evening shirt fluted his meagre bosom...
Cries of "Down with the government! Down with the War in Morocco!" resounding fitfully but alarmingly through Paris, as Communists staged a very poor imitation of "a general 24-hour strike." A few taxi drivers were whacked and mauled for not striking, and many more heeded the warning and "struck." In the outlying factory districts there was a bit of sharp mob-fighting for a time. But in general the gendarmes kent the situation well in hand: some 50 Paris Communists were arrested...
...years, the University has had to depend for its hot dog supply upon Larry the Hot Dog Man, with his stand on Massachusetts Avenue Larry was fast becoming an immortal in College traditions, but report has it that he has deserted his little cart for the more pretentious taxi-Bob business. To fill the place he leaves vacant comes Mr. Whouley with a permanent booth...
Louis D'Arclay gave a spirited performance as Chico, the sewer rat who never let life get the better of him. When he prayed to "le bon Dieu" for his heart's desire, a job on "the hose", a wife with yellow hair, and a ride in a taxi-cab, and even payed good money to burn candles to his favorite saint, nothing happened; and so Chico forthwith became an atheist and went around proclaiming that God owed him fifteen francs. And it must have done some good for eventually God paid the debt. Tormented by a wicked, dope-ridden...