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...falls downstairs and breaks her neck and young love is set straight again. Hundreds of young women crowded the theatres where this picture showed last week. Romantic vocal melodies on the vitaphone accompany the soapy looks and violent embraces of the principals. Best shot: a nameless extra in a cap and an army shirt sweeping out the empty ballroom of the club after the party...
...boxes, with little regard for the grey bearded dignity of his seniors who have drawn the ringside seats, to writhe across the field in a snake dance of victory, chanting appropriate verses of "The Armored Cruiser Squadron," until, massed before the ranks of rigid "Kaydets" he places his cap over his heart while he joins his fellows in whistling taps over the departed spirit of his adversary. If the tide of victory turns against his protagonists he stands at "brace" while the grey horde sweeps toward him, feeling that if the world has not come to an end--it might...
...form of a registration of all men in the respective parties at the CRIMSON building it was pointed out that: "During the registration today an opportunity will be given for everybody to obtain a ticket for the parade. The ticket will entitle the holder to a crimson cap and gown and a torch to be carried by each member of the club." This was in the days when an election meant a frantic torchlight procession around the Square, burnings in effigy, and collegiate ballyhoo...
None knows better than Publisher Hearst the power of the pictured word. He also employs Cartoonist James ("Jimmie") Swinnerton, who pictures Tammany as a little tiger-yegg with a slouch cap; Cartoonist Frederick Burr Opper, of "Happy Hooligan" fame, who pictures Tammany as an old-man-of-the-sea on the donkey's back; Cartoonist Windsor McCay, nightmare man, creator of "Little Nemo," who illustrates the Hearst Sunday supplements with shuddersome, anti-Tammany compositions...
...city at the rate of a mile a minute, they were in reality being carried away by a head wind of 115 miles an hour. Soon the thermometer registered 57° below zero and instruments ceased to work at all. Finally the oxygen line to Capt. Stevens' breathing cap froze and his head nodded forward. When Lieut. Doolittle struck him a stinging blow in the face he recovered just long enough to see his assailant fall forward exhausted by the exertion this effort had cost him at such an altitude. Out of control, the plane dived thousands of feet...