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...income to all; the I. C. C. must "foster and preserve in full vigor" the steam roads; profiting lines must yield parts of their over-earnings to bolster up their weak sister lines (Transportation Act of 1920). The 300 astute gentlemen at Dallas awaited Mr. Loree's blast at this transportation doctrine. He told them bluntly what was what...
This steelyeyed, iron-jawed playboy of the Senate, this Voltaire-tongued bastinado of the uplifters, this Rabelais-reading Jeffersonian -this James A. Reed of Missouri-what a sizzling presidential campaign he would hammer out! From stump to stump across the land, he would blast the imbecilities of the age. Sometimes his tongue would snarl, sometimes it would ripple with a silvery metaphor; then people would know why the Senate galleries were filled when "Jim" Reed spoke...
There was but one way in which the Secretary of the U. S. Treasury could blast rumors that he had come to Paris to talk debts with MM. Briand and Poincaré last week-he could call on them for so short a time that no discussion of anything would be possible. He did. With Premier Poincaré he chatted affably lor 16 minutes. Nine minutes sufficed for his call on Foreign Minister Briand. Parisian editors were vexed...
...Steel production is at an abnormal summer rate. U. S. Steel blast furnaces are operating at 71% of capacity, those of independents at 65%. U. S. Steel unfilled orders are 3,620,352. On the Stock Exchange U. S. Steel quotations danced to 156% last week, their record high. Some stock buying speculated on a dividend distribution, some on U. S. Steel's excellent business. At Duluth, iron ore shipments this season are calculated to reach fully 55,000,000 tons, 1,000,000 more than last year...
Canton, seat of Stark County, Ohio, had quieted down for the night. The late President McKinley and his wife slept the long sleep in their granite mausoleum on Monument Hill, with the distant flare of an all-night blast furnace occasionally spreading a ruddy glow over the bronze statue of McKinley, standing tall and pensive above the coffins. Every night the bronze McKinley stands there brooding over Canton, which is as ill-favored as growing industrial towns seem fated to be. At night, however, outward ugliness vanishes and the pensive statue seems to express sorrow over the internal, unseen uglinesses...