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...corrupt, the most venal and the most vicious body of men by which this nation has ever been afflicted."* At Denver it was "the snoopers and spies . . . like the lice of Egypt"-an anti-Prohibition speech (Denver being wet). The League of Nations took a lashing, too, as the Angel of Vengeance passed on to Albuquerque. Here he said: "I expect someone to say that 'Reed is merely destructive; he wants to destroy existing conditions.' Of course! Every time you want to change anything you must alter or destroy existing conditions." Then he set up the Republican "crooks...
...Angel Gallardo expressed his "amazement," and President de Alvear openly flayed Senor Pueyrredon for "such conduct." Both knew that with an Argentine presidential election scheduled for this spring, Senor Pueyrredon had made the grandest of grandstand plays to convince the electorate that he alone is of sufficiently tough presidential timber to stand up for Argentina, even against the U. S. With Outpopper Pueyrredon thus self-eliminated, the treaty reorganizing the Pan-American Union was submitted in innocuous form to the plenary session of the Conference...
...what," wondered Old Boys, "what is the old school like nowadays? Are boys what they were when we were there?" The Old Boys had been hearing rumors that "thundermugs" are never thundered on the Gym roof at The Hill nowadays; that "The Coffee-Colored Angel," "Doc" MacNooder and J. Humperdink Stover have no modern counterparts at Lawrenceville; that schoolboys today are Serious, Responsible, Self-governing, Mature...
Jesse Holman Jones, wealthy "angel" of the Democratic convention at Houston, was suggested as a ticket-mate for Alfred Emanuel Smith. Wits in Kansas said a Smith-Jones ticket "would enlist the support of the country's two largest families." Colyumist George Rothwell Brown of the Washington Post wrote: "If Jones of Texas is nominated . . . with Smith, we advise the Republican party to draft Mr. Cohen...
...strikes, two strokes, trembling. Demipest sat down at a table, drew towards him the blue book, fat and loathsome in its emptiness. A completely depitilated proctor advances, passing out examination questions. The indifference of a god. O misery, misery! Question One: cold death, like the shadow of a dark angel's wing, crawls rapidly over the stillness. The fountain-pen, possessed of demons, bounces obscenely on the floor...