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...from 3 a. m. to 9 p. m. Up and down, up and down until the fire was out, tirelessly paced a little man very stout and round for his small stature, with the carefully shaven and glistening head of a Prussian, and with two hard, compelling eyes. Subordinates wept, but not STIMMING. Far away in the Manhattan office of the North German Lloyd, the blow pierced a deep vein of German sentiment; and of the two principal officials one sobbed as only a man can, while the other sat for a time stunned with grief. Naturally, however, the blackest...
...carried the two shiny mahogany boxes in which reposed the solemn electoral certificates. Page McCarty is a squint-eyed little boy with a round face, a slight lisp, freckles, a cowlick, and good teeth for apple-biting. He served the Brown Derby during the campaign as personal messenger. He wept honestly when Nominee Hoover was elected. Alert, respectful, he is the Senate's favorite page. Page Logan is Senator Smoot's grandson...
...hadn't expected such confirmation. Some of us will take the news with equanimity, content to act in what appears to be a moving picture, but there is always the small person who, told that Niagara Falls was eating its way backward, eventually to wash away a nearby village, wept, fearful for the safety of a cherished aunt in that village...
...patently godless Frankfurters who sat in orchestra stalls. Ladies in sparkling décolleté who had never smelt anything worse than an onion, found their gowns and hair suddenly reeking with a liquid that stank like putrid eggs. Gentlemen in evening dress who had never wept, shed rivulets as tear bombs burst around them. Amid frantic pandemonium the élite of Frankfurt rushed stumbling forth pellmell. Meanwhile the good and pious in the gallery-having thrown their last stench bomb-grouped about their clergyman and sang a triumphant hymn...
...valet was Thomas Crossley Earnshaw, who had a wife and a cottage in Southampton, England, and who had been a Cunard employe for 20 years. On the Berengaria, he had managed a glee club as well as his smuggling racket; when accused of the latter he broke down and wept piteously, asserting that he had received $100 for each packet and had carried only twelve in the last two years. Overjoyed, the customs men hauled him off to prison...