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...scene is laid in ancient Bagdad, in the days of Haroun al Raschid, and there are pictures of disguise and adventure, cruel fate and torture. "The New Statesman" refers to "Hassan" as a "magnificent acting play. It is a work of unalloyed emotional sincerity and a great luxurious warmth of imagination. If it becomes advantageous again to parade abroad the fruits of English culture, our patriot propagandists, looking round for modern poetic tragedy of English birth with which to impress neutrals, will not be forced to fall back on "Salome". "Hassan" will do us credit and far more credit...
...Privacy? No. Overcrowded? Yes. But there is no lack of ventilation. With the temperature below freezing and a 30-mile wind howling down the valleys and across the hillsides, there is warmth and a measure of comfort in snuggling up close as the cold air rushes in through the unmatched boards. . . . The $3-a-week allowance from the union must furnish food, clothing and other necessaries. For a family of five this means a little less than 9 cents per day. . . ." (New York Evening World...
...Paris seven paupers froze to death in the streets. Some, it was told, had refused to accept warmth and shelter for winch they could not pay. Misjudging their powers of resistance to the unfamiliar cold,* they had stumbled on through the snow -too long...
Snowflakes, light and fluffy, powdered impudently, last week, the Sovereign Principality of Monaco. A bleak sea breeze whipped in across the Casino terrace, whining up long avenues of shivering palms. At the gaming rooms warmth and pulsing chance continued to abide?for business is business?but in a private room at the Casino de Paris, nearby a group of solemn diners pushed back their chairs, lifted their glasses slowly, and drank a last deep toast to "Poor Camille...
Death sped unseen across a white-walled courtyard, passed up a marble stair, and seemed to pause, irresolute, last week, in the bedchamber of Rumania's greatest man. The room, warmed by a great tile stove, was cozy; and Prime Minister Jon Bratiano, 63, clung hard to warmth and life. He could not speak, for inflammation brought on by blood infection, had gagged his throat; but with a steady hand he wrote to the physicians who bent over him: "Do not be impatient. I shall make a good fight...