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...course, by the Big Five: 1) Sir Austen Chamberlain (Britain), supercilious to correspondents but ready with a queer, cackling laugh for his colleagues; 2) Monsieur Aristide Briand (France), tousled and heavy eyed as a tomcat at dawn; 3) Dr. Gustav Stresemann (Germany), plump, bald, rubicund, and yet with a trig, indefinable air of smartness; 4)Signor Vittorio Scialoja (Italy), representing with compact, bustling decisiveness the great Duce; 5) Baron Adachi (Japan), frail, insignificant in stature, piping voiced, yet with a winning and decisive mien...
Through the lovely, verdant park of Cotroceni, at Bucharest, a pair of steel rails curve in and up to the Palace of Dowager Queen Marie. When a royal train draws nigh it can chuff conveniently into a trig, small station only a few score yards from the palace door. Last week came the train of Her Majesty Queen Marie of Jugoslavia, daughter of Marie of Rumania...
School, Mount Holly, N. J. When Teacher Caroline Carroll stood up smartly with an American flag, all the other pupils raised their right hands in the trig salute that they had been taught to use. Not so William Albertson, who merely waggled one grimy paw. Said Teacher Carroll: "William Albertson, you salute that flag!" Smirked William Albertson: "Aw, I did salute it, didn't I, good enough?" Dullards sniggered, smart alecks frowned, Teacher Carroll made her face look stern. "You come with me, William Albertson, right now," said she. Out in the hall she seized William Albertson, shook...
Years ago Drygoodsman Selfridge acted upon the truth which he stated last week, by putting the elevator girls at Selfridge's into a uniform so trig and abbreviated that few who enter his store have eyes for the beauty of the edifice...
...better instincts. Colonel Oliver Perry Morton Hollis and his dark, haughty daughter, Ruth, represent the town's historical background. They have the better instincts, but their property is bred out. A nice, crude, straightforward narrative is contrived by dragging in a hero-tramp with a fraternity pin, two trig scoundrels right out of Horatio Alger, a sleepy attorney who makes small-town small talk, a Chicago magnate who turns out to be a detective. Fists fly, autos are stolen, the big dam gets dynamited, ruining fat Pence. The Hollises ride the flood back to prestige. For variety...