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...applause was tremendous. The song was made. Last week George Olsen and Joe Morrison were back at the Paramount, this time doing "The Last Round-Up" with a horse posing against a twilight sky. Joe Morrison, his name now blazing under electric lights, was being besieged with radio and cinema offers...
Looking for the new president was a harder job than the six camera men of the Metropolitan press had bargained for. Aided and abetted by some of Colonel Apted's stout lieutenants, and disguised in a soft felt hat and a grey overcoat, President Conant slipped away in the twilight, unknown, unobserved, unphotoed. Where a President's son has failed, a full-fledged President has succeeded. That evens the score hereabouts...
...long ago the noted Shakespearean scholar was attending a Gilbert and Sullivan opera. Behind him, in Row J, Seat 15, sat an elderly lady; the very model of a Savoyard aunt or mother-in-law; one whom time had passed by in its fast flight, and left in the twilight of bygone days, a little unknowing. After the first act, she remarked to her companion, "It is lovely, isn't it? I wonder what Mr. Sullivan is composing now?" Whereat Professor Kittredge turned and said, "My dear lady, Mr. Sullivan is no longer composing, but decomposing...
...perfectly safe way to effect that. Chloroform, ether, nitrous oxide (laughing gas) can be used effectively for an hour or two, seldom longer. Pain is caused by uterine contractions to expel the baby. Anesthetics and narcotics inhibit those contractions, also affect the baby's respiration. ''Twilight sleep," which made mothers forget their sufferings by means of doses of morphine and scopolamine, is now generally discredited...
Filled with the hurry of the evening traffic Beacon Street runs on, past the Hill invaded by the Celtic horde, over its same worn brick way. In the twilight comes a glimpse, through the drawn shades, of the Bulfinch drawing rooms, and of the scrubbed and shining faces of the matrons, filled with the light of the Boston Transcript. Closed to the Boston, which is now Greater, is a world, a complete world, sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and -- sans End. Turn down an empty Glass! Or so we read in the magazines...