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...jayvee race brought the only Harvard victory, and proved small consolation at that, for Cornell's No. 6 oar snapped at the button over half a mile from the finish. The Ithacans continued pounding away with an heroic beat and clung closely tot he heavy Harvard crew whose shell was noticeably lower in the waves than either, Tech or Cornell. In the final sprint Cornell could not keep up but the prow of the Tech boat riding high and clear, shot forward past amidships of the sinking Crimson shell and nearly snatched the victory from the Harvard eight...
...Toronto. Mrs. Eames had nursed Tycoon Doherty through a nearly fatal arthritis illness. An Eames daughter, 18, is being schooled in Spain. Last week, in Atlantic City, N. J., the Dohertys planned a return to Manhattan. In the luxurious Doherty penthouse apartment, the Doherty bed, at punch of button, moves on rails to a sun porch overlooking the harbor...
...past few years is the prescription office, with its waiting room like a doctor's or dentist's. In small communities, despite the handiness of telephones and the ubiquity of physicians, the druggist still has his red and green gloves in his window, still has a bell button for emergency customers to wake him up in the middle of night for oil of cloves or paregoric...
Leavings. Mr. Coolidge left stacks of photographs autographed for memento-beggers (he signed 256 at one sitting); 553 handshakes on his last day in office; two last button-pressings (one was supposed to wreck with a blast of dynamite the last standing vestige of old Fort Sackville at Vincennes, Ind. The blast was a dud, so the building had to be burnt. The other button-push opened a new bridge across San Francisco Bay); a signed bill appropriating $48,000 for a presidential weekend retreat;* his achievements, chief of which he mentioned to newsgatherers as follows: 1) "Minding own business...
Quail-shooting in Virginia . . . Turkey-shooting in Georgia . . . and then one day he pressed a White House button and scampered away, chuckling boyishly at the seriousness of secret service men. It is not impossible that Calvin Coolidge gave the electric hobbyhorse a tickle in the ribs just before it was packed up and shipped to Northampton, Mass...