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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...CRIMSON office yesterday and in my usual dignified, albeit friendly tones called for the Managing Editor. Naturally I did not propose to talk business with anyone less. But it was a candidate who answered, and he reported the uncertain whereabouts of his superior. As always, a democrat (Note to type-setter: lower case "d" on that. I shouldn't want my influence tossed on the scales against that of our calm, cool, conservative Calvin Coolidge in a crucial hour of the campaign), I engaged in converse with the underling at the other end of the wire and told him modestly...
...lack of sympathy between the above-mentioned gentlemen, and the institution which they attack. Neither of them has much love for institutional discipline. I know one personally, and the other by literary repute (as most authors are known). Both are clever, and "plastic", but neither is plastic to the type of formative discipline which they attack...
...They were sane and dull people, these Washingtons, and excessively normal. Men of this type, in all ages of history, have presented an opaque surface to the fresh thought of their time. They are conservative by instinct. But their vitality .is tough and deeply rooted, and their stolidity is antiseptic. They are immune to the fructifying quality of genius...
John Hays Hammond Jr., famed inventor: "For some weeks past, I have been in Rome, during which time I saw Premier Mussolini, presented him with a five kilowatt broadcasting outfit of the selective wave or narrowcasting type. . . . Last week, in my apartment in Palazzo Massimi, I was lighting an old-fashioned gas water-heater, when it exploded, severely burning my face, eyebrows and hair. Although I am suffering considerable pain, I hope to be completely recovered in two weeks...
...ones arouse the highest expecta tions. These, one feels, can afford to let themselves go. On this score none will be disappointed with "Roy Bradley's" freakish self-history. He is a man on the borderline of genius and insanity, not far (though far enough) removed from that type of creature that plagues editors and other public people with "nut" letters. He has passionate grievances, Tom o' Bedlam's honesty and a spilling store of acrid Americana to relate. Son of Puritans, he was raised among "that prairie tribe, conglomerate of Dutchman, Bohunk, Railroad Irish and Indiana...