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While sentencing a forger in Klamath Falls, Ore., Circuit Judge Edward B. Ashurst (brother of Arizona's polysyllabic Senator Henry Fountain Ashurst) digressed to criticize a bill for overtime submitted by Court Clerk Walter Hannon, called it disgraceful, intimated that it was not legal. Hopping mad, Clerk Hannon waylaid the judge on the courthouse steps a few hours later, beat the daylights out of him. Battered and bruised, Judge Ashurst summoned the Grand Jury into immediate session...
...were entrenched in Winfield House surrounded by doctors, lawyers, bankers and armed guards. In Paris, Father Franklyn Laws Hutton, ever anxious about the happiness of his "dear little girl," talked things over with her second titled husband. It was after such a conference last week that Count Haugwitz-Reventlow, waylaid by reporters in the Ritz Hotel, hissed through his teeth: "I detest reporters...
...huff over patronage, hard-boiled Boss Batista liked hard-boiled new Senator Illas well enough to help boost him into the Senate's presidency. First thing the Senate knew, President Illas lost his temper again. One day when his 62-year-old uncle José Hourruitinier waylaid him in the Capitol to ask about getting his daughter restored to a government stenographic job, irascible Arturo Illas savagely caned the old man's head...
...best beloved person in all India. But during the past twelvemonth St. Gandhi has almost entirely abandoned his popular anti-British civil disobedience campaign for his unpopular campaign to break the caste system and liberate Hindu Untouchables. Driving into Buxar last week, St. Gandhi's automobile was waylaid by an angry, hooting crowd which smashed windshield, windows and hood, hurt everyone in the car but St. Gandhi. Deeply depressed, the Mahatma planned a three-week fast as penance. It was the first recorded attack on India's slipping idol...
...tall, strapping young man in double-breasted suit and soft grey shirt strode from one Department of Commerce conference room to another last week like a chess champion playing five games at once. Secretaries waylaid him. Callers with briefcases plucked at his sleeve. At sight of a new caller the young man's wide mouth widened into a grin. The visitor was also tall, bronzed, handsome. From under his snap-brim hat he regarded his host quizzically as he asked: "How goes it, Gene...