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...oceans again, to shed life's monotony at last by sailing a flaming ship into a towering waterspout. There is much overwritten "psychology" in the book, but also much sensitive color-the reflection of a ripple crossing a ship's eager figurehead like a smile; a cloud of gulls "flickering like white flames" over brown glebe. The sea-lore is strong and spacious. Author Jesse, a grandniece of the late Lord Tennyson, has sailed many an ocean between spells of being a London literary celebrity and Crown servant...
...Presidential catch, 14 inches long, approximating three pounds, was clicked over the telegraph. The fish had been caught on the hook of a trailer from Native Otis' boat, much to the surprise of the President. At the press conference it was supposed that the President would lift the cloud concerning the species and dimensions of his fish. He did not. Five days later, the President caught singlehanded a six pound bass on a troll line, and five brook trout with trusty bamboo pole and juicy angle worms-rain, high wind, notwithstanding...
Krim Comes. At 5:00 on a raw chill morning last week the French sentry at Ize Marouene, an outpost north of Targuist, spied a cloud of dust which resolved itself into eight mounted men. Two were French officers, four were native riflemen. In their midst rode two portly figures in loose Riffian garments. One was the Sherif Hamedou Quedzani, chief of the Sanadas tribe, the envoy through whom the final details of submission had been negotiated. The second Riffian, a plump but well knit man with a shrewd impassive face and hard luminous eyes, was of course Mohammed...
While 40 bishops of the Methodist Episcopal Church, in annual conference at Washington (TIME, May 17), decided to revivify dry propaganda among vacillating collegians and in cottages; sent "loving greetings and prayers from your brother bishops" to Bishop Anton Bast under cloud in Denmark...
...evening of the second day they sighted land through the cloud rack, Point Barrow. The last 850 miles had been through fog banks and snow. Ice had been forming on the Norge's rigging and gondola, thence the engine vibration shook it loose in big pieces. The pieces were dropping on the whizzing propellers, to be batted viciously into the gas bag. As a hog will cut its throat swimming, the soaring Norge was perforating her own belly. The crew swarmed everywhere applying patches...