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Biennially Calvin Coolidge used to board a special train, whisk off to Northampton, Mass., drop his vote marked with a cautious x into the ballot box. His electoral duty done, that President would then whisk back to Washington. In 1928 Herbert Hoover went to Palo Alto to drop his vote and hear election returns which put him into the White House. His ballot in 1930 was cast by mail. In 1932 he crossed the continent for the first and only time during his Presidency, again to vote and hear election returns which put him out of the White House. Franklin...
...Italy Mr. Hearst will go on to Bad Nauheim where he will learn with interest that a rabid Nazi newspaper, Deutsche Wochenschau, has spread the word that he is a "notorious Jewish agitator whose real name is Herz." In London a caravan of automobiles has been engaged to whisk the chief & retinue to the Hearst castle in Glamorgan, South Wales...
...Plympton St. Pass was closed to traffic. Parking automobiles is no longer a science, but a gamble. The insouciant police swing their arms in Harvard Square, the Street Cleaners dig in here, dig in there, the snow piles up in ragged mounds, slashes off, piles up again. The trolley whisk-broom, flicking the dandruff off the shoulders of Mass. Ave., is the only efficient device of its kind in the town...
...Goldwyn-Mayer) shows Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy behaving foolishly as members of an idiotic secret order. Fat supercilious Hardy sneaks off to the Chicago convention of the Sons of the Desert by telling his wife (Mae Busch) he is going to Honolulu for his nerves. Laurel, scratching his whisk-broom forelock, accompanies him. On their return, there is confusion because the steamer from Honolulu, on which their wives expected them, has been wrecked. Laurel & Hardy cope with the situation ignominiously, Hardy with a feeble lie, Laurel with a blubbering confession...
None of them saw or heard a bedraggled bundle of feathers whisk out of the lowering sky, plop softly on the Manhattan's sun deck. Soprano Mario, striding briskly, stumbled over it. Mrs. Garson hurried up, agreed that it looked like a mop. To Vibrato it looked like a warm hideaway. He hopped out of his mistress' muff, tried to bury himself in its folds. Only then did the two women discover that the "mop" was an exhausted...