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Every morning for 50 years Roland M. Smythe entered his musty office at No. 2 Broadway, hung his umbrella on the hatrack, opened the hatbox on his big roller desk and placed his hat therein, brim up. It served as a basket for important papers...
Squatting on a sand-bin in Whitehall, a 62-year-old Mrs. Heggs from the Isle of Wight sheltered her sandwiches, cigarets and a bottle of wine under her umbrella and declared: "I'm used to these all-night waits. I sat up for 24 hours to watch his father's Silver Jubilee procession. I claim to be the first arrival on the Coronation procession route...
...outset, the Sixth Massachusetts Infantry, chased through Baltimore by Southern-sympathizing rioters, was saved by heroic Mayor George William Brown, who brandished his umbrella at the mobsters, and 50 policemen who overawed the crowd with their drawn revolvers. Fifteen citizens and soldiers were killed that day. Next thing Baltimore knew, Federal guns were staring from Federal Hill, and the city was under the thumb of officious, punch-drunk General Benjamin ("Beast") Butler. A warm Southern sympathizer and States' rights man. Publisher Abell had his choice of keeping editorially mum or being deprived of his newspaper, thrown in jail...
Helped by a crook named Petty Louie (Hobart Cavanaugh), he enters a jewelry store, heaps all the clocks in one corner, then lets the burglar alarm function. When the Ranger guards arrive, the clocks are all crying "Cuckoo!" Next Mallory opens all the umbrellas in an umbrella shop, does similar whimsies in a dozen other Ranger-guarded stores. Nowhere does he steal anything, but always leaves a note signed "Night Key," reading: "What I create I can destroy." These extraordinary pranks draw the attention of gangsters who kidnap the old man, use his device for stealing. With the help...
...State Frank Lyon Polk, and Margaret Smith Salvage in swank Lattingtown, L. I. went J. Pierpont Morgan. When he went into the church, he clapped his topper over his face to foil a battery of nine cameramen. When he left the church he threatened the cameramen with his umbrella. On each occasion he was thoroughly photographed. Muttered the 69-year-old financier, getting into his Rolls-Royce: "They won't leave me alone. And those flashlights scare me to death...