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Curling Atlantic waves swept in one morning last week over the long sand dunes on the sea coast just above Bordeaux. Occasionally a wave burst over the sea wall, spattered with tingling droplets an old man who sat hunched upon a bench, staring seaward. Grey skies shrouded the 85th birthday of Georges Eugene Adrien Clemenceau...
Aristide Briand, Foreign Minister of France: "Rustic neighbors of my country estate at Cocherel saw my summer crop of wheat and oats burst mysteriously into flame one midnight last week. Summoned in haste the local fire department was unable to extinguish the blaze until several barns and outbuildings had flamed upward to the tune of 200,000 francs. I, who have been ten times Premier of France, said not long ago: 'I do not claim to know the difference between a stock and a bond, since I have never owned a sample of either.' My Socialist constituents...
...special feature of the afternoon was a time-trial run for all the cross country candidates not on the first team. This race was bitterly contested and was won at the end by H. D. Stebbins '27 with a fine burst of speed. His time was 30 minutes and 50 seconds for the five mile course. Robert Fienberg '28, T. E. Walcott '28, W. R. Driver '29, and W. P. Wadsworth '29, followed in the stated order...
From the ranked tribes there burst an answering roar. The metal snarl of that huge voice sent shivers into their hearts. Yet it was not any god, but only Joseph Griffo, the announcer, his voice trumpeted from the loud speaker whose horns overhung the ring. Tunney, who still had a bathrobe on, smiled slightly and bowed his head. Across from him sat a scowling, unshaven man with a towel over his shoulder. And around them rose the crowd...
...tell it, in his own yellow manuscript: "Mr. Marshall of New Jersey, my carpenter. . . . was working on a new sawpit at Coloma, in the mountains, about 18 hours' journey from the fort. . . . It was a rainy afternoon. . . . Suddenly Mr. Marshall burst into the room, he was soaking wet. . . . a piece of cotton from his pocket ... a lump of yellowish metal. . . . Then I read an article in the Encyclopedia Americana. I told Marshall then that his metal was pure gold in the virgin state. . . ." But the news...