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Stolidly believing that theirs is not to reason why, square-headed Berlin police seized fat and foxy Premier Otto Braun of Prussia on July 20 and forcibly barred him from his office. Last week Dr. Braun came back. Waddling up the steps while a friendly throng shouted "Hail, Freedom!", he exposed his bald head, bowed several times from the waist, replaced his hat, entered his office, took off his hat and sat down once again as Premier of Prussia. "I do wish," said Dr. Braun, "that President von Hindenburg had consulted me before signing that decree. It is not enjoyable...
...Hail the Gang's All Here." All in white, Peter P. Cappel, head of New York Jewelers Exchange Inc. and a generous Democrat, brought to the station three pretty girls with baskets of roses which they sprinkled under the Mayor's trim little feet. From the hooraying throng an elderly woman wriggled through the police lines and planted a loud kiss on the Walker cheek. "Attaboy, Jimmy! You showed 'em Jimmy! We're with you, Jimmy!" was again the welcoming cry. But inside the Executive Chamber at Albany where the Mayor of New York...
...potato and chicken salad, cold cuts, sandwiches, iced tea and lemonade, six kinds of ice cream. President Hoover moved informally among his guests, eating a little here, a little there. Six Negroes, including Perry Howard and Mrs. Mary Booze, G. O. Politicians from Mississippi, strolled easily through the white throng. 4,000 Friends. After a quiet family dinner at the White House the President, clad in blue serge coat and white flannels, went to the D. A. R.'s Constitution Hall to deliver a speech opening his campaign for reelection. Some 4,000 admiring friends sat before him; countless...
Suddenly tear gas bombs began to pop on the street. The soldiers put on their masks, pushed slowly on while the heavy grey fumes cut great gaps in the retreating throng of veterans. Citizen spectators tangled with the soldiers, were ordered to "get the hell out of the way." The Government buildings were methodically gassed. A huge Negro sat in a crotch of a tree, waving a U. S. flag and sonorously chanting: "God that gave us this h'yar country...
Through this frolicking crowd of plain people in shirt sleeves moved a tall lanky figure extending a friendly welcome to all. His smooth white hand shook many a hard and horny fist. Outwardly he was with this throng but plainly not of it. His blue coat and grey trousers were wrinkled but he wore a necktie. His hair, above a high intellectual forehead, was a silky grey but his pale blue eyes were young, fresh, benign. His manner with the masses was one of studied informality. Yet he was their particular idol, Norman Mattoon Thomas, Socialist nominee for the Presidency...