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...upon Congress the most powerful lobby in Washington. The Legion's chief lobbyist is smart, dapper, arrogant John Thomas Taylor, a Reserve Corps lieutenant-colonel. Before the War he was an undercover man for the late tariff-loving Boies Penrose. His law partner was Thomas W. Miller who, as Alien Property Custodian, spent a year in Atlanta penitentiary for conspiracy to defraud the Government. Lobbyist Taylor saw overseas service, has four battle clasps with a silver star citation. His greatest feat was putting through the first Bonus bill in 1924. He carries a cane, wears a stubbly blond mustache...
...Alien Corn by Sidney Howard and The Rape of Lucrece by Andre Obey; with Katharine Cornell...
...Alien to most busy folk in the U. S. is the Buddhist hope to reach Nirvana by self-sacrifice, contemplation, suppression of passion. Nevertheless, now & then some inquisitive or discontented Westerner adopts Buddhism. Last year a Mrs. Margaret E. Ledson, 33, California divorcee, became the first U. S. Buddhist nun. F. M. Ormsby and L. A. Coburn of Boise, Idaho, became Buddhist monks, begged in the streets of Kyoto for seven months. Many a German and British Buddhist has gone to Ceylon to practice the faith, apparently more as a system of ethics than anything else. These scattered converts...
Germans, recalling how he took chemical patents from them as Alien Property Custodian during the War, and later exploited them as head of the Chemical Foundation, are not prone to think of Irish-blooded Francis Patrick Garvan, brother-in-law of the late Tycoon Nicholas Frederic Brady, as a particularly apt exponent of the spirit of Fair Play. But affable "Pat" Garvan is a sportsman as well as a patriot. Last week he made two moves toward an end which he thinks important: transfusing the spirit of Fair Play from U. S. sport to U. S. business...
...time is during some future European war. Scientific murder is perfected now. Over the battlefront hangs, pall-like, a colorless deadly plaid woven of beamless rays that no airplane can pierce. Beneath this pall the long entrenched lines, locked together, writhe and push. Should the westerly line crack, the alien hordes will roar through, flood the lands beyond with death or with their super-mechanized civilization worse than death...