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...descent, lust for power; he is strikingly handsome, though haggard after an illness, even today; his temper and resourcefulness in quarrel were speedily renowned. Yet it was never Bonfils, except as an exotic danger, who utterly captured the imagination of lonely sheep herders, grim miners, lusty ranchers and eager townsmen. It was Tammen. Bonfils had brains and intensity. H. H. Tammen had brains and charm. It was his creed that, if a man was going to be a faker, he must be a magnificent one. He kept his desk drawer full of paper money in small denominations. Any panhandler, honest...
Basso. Recently Mrs. Louise MacPherson fell, fractured her hip. Her husband, Joseph, about to make his debut before the jeweled Metropolitan audience and 38 fellow-townsmen who had traveled all the way from Nashville, Tenn., for the occasion, visited her in the hospital, left, chased a taxi, caught a cold, could not appear as the King in Aida (TIME, Dec. 20). Last week Basso MacPherson sang. He has a pleasant near-basso voice. But only two Nashville people witnessed the triumph-his mother-in-law and his teacher. Because the Metropolitan Opera does not broadcast, Mrs. MacPherson turned...
...Atlanta, 100 frenzied townsmen chartered a special train to go to meet him in Manhattan and bring him home...
...Polar blindspot to Spitsbergen (TIME, March 15, SCIENCE), called to his aides. They were Major Thomas G. Lanphier and Lieutenant Carl B. Eielson, the pilots, and A. M. ("Sandy") Smith. All was set for the first tests. But Captain Wilkins would not commence until the crowd of spectators-newspapermen, townsmen and women of Fairbanks-dispersed. He was afraid of killing someone. So they scattered and the propellers were turned over for the first time...
...Mineola, L. I. Planes from the airport began to drone aver the town in 1917; they have never stopped. Mumbling like bumblebees by day, complaining by night like mosquitoes brushed, for their plaguery, from the beard of their God, their noise has jarred through the brains of the townsmen, mingling its drowsiness with the reveries of sleepyheads until that jargoning has become part of the normal somnolence of the place, part of the indistinguishable murmur of the summer countryside, the wash of the salt air and the brooding rhythm of the distant sound...