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...away from Geneva by motor one afternoon last week. Wily Foreign Minister Briand of France went for a boat ride, was met some miles from Geneva by Dr. Stresemann's motor. Chuckling at the success of their ruse to deceive newsgatherers, they were driven swiftly across the Swiss border to the tiny French mountain village of Thoiry. There they sought a snug inn famed for its cuisine, the Chalet Russe...
...assuring Mr. Sandburn that they believed him when he said the trucks were to be used for pay roll transport, the agents of the Department of Justice began to sleuth. . . . Early one evening last week the trucks rumbled forth, were boarded by 174 "laborers," set out for the Mexican border. At Dalzura, three miles from the frontier, A. A. Hopkins of the Department of Justice pounced with a detachment of well armed operatives, arrested the "laborers," seized the trucks which contained 400 Springfield rifles, 155,000 rounds of ammunition. On examining his captives, Mr. Hopkins dubbed General Enrique Estrada, onetime...
...Come on over into New York State," said a florid Irishman with gold teeth to a freckle-faced Irishman. They were shaking hands, and at a yank from Gold Teeth, Freckles crossed the border. "Come over to New Jersey," grinned Freckles, returning the yank. "I'll show you a good state!" The scene was 100 feet under the oozy bottom of the Hudson River and the Irishmen were Governors Smith of New York and Moore of New Jersey, "two outstanding Wets in a dry spot." They had on their tops hats and morning coats, for they were met- where...
...Imperial Airways (British) liner bound out of Amsterdam for London was late, or would be if her pilot took time to climb aloft to his usual travel level. The big plane sped down the low Dutch coast. Some 80 miles past the Belgian border . . . Plud! ... a wild duck, hypnotized with fright, flew straight into a propeller of the roaring frame crossing its path. The liner had to descend. A message flashed to London brought a new propeller in a few hours by air. The passengers re-embarked and were treated to the first night flight ever made by an Imperial...
...been gathering the material, and "foot by foot the hallowed ground has been travelled" for an historical novel with the Anglo-French struggle in the 1750's for domination of Canada as its background. Here, at last, is that novel. Its titular figure is Peter Joel, border mystery-man, who dyed his doeskins black, sooted his face and flitted through the forests as an angel of warning to settlers and of destruction to Indians, after a band of redskins had yanked his wife naked from her blazing bed and scalped her before his eyes. The hero-perhaps Mr. Curwood...