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Last week honest Umpire Pat McTavey peered anxiously into a cloud of dust on a home-plate just outside of Long Island City, N. Y. Up jerked his thumb. "Out!" he shouted. The home team had lost. Disgruntled fans shrieked, "Kill him! Kill the umpire...
Hindenburg snorted. Mussolini bellowed. They charged, wallowed together in a choking cloud of dust. Baldwin, Coolidge and Poincare chewed their cuds, mooed stolidly as Hindenburg and Mussolini were led back to the stalls from which they had escaped to battle. Tourists, visiting last week the late summer cattle fair at Frauenfeld, Switzerland, noted as "quaint" the immemorial custom by which local farmers name annually their prize cattle after world famous...
...lined boots; with four pairs of mittens-paper, silk, wool, fleeced leather-and wool-edged goggles to keep his eyeballs from freezing, Pilot Jean Callizo climbed up and up from Le Bourget airdrome, near Paris, in his specially fitted altitude plane. It was late afternoon, with a high ceiling (cloud level). Picking a hole at 2,000 metres (about 6,600 ft.) Pilot Callizo steered up for "the edge of heaven." Beyond the clouds was fair weather...
...electricity). He ended by predicting "revolutionary" scientific discoveries in a spirit-world that surrounds the one we know. "Mercifully, things are screened from us that we may go about our business and do our daily work. That is our job for a time. . . but . . . we are surrounded by a cloud of witnesses and a company of helpers in a marvelous spiritual world." Unlike his radio lecture of 32 years ago, Sir Oliver's remarks were unaccompanied by a demonstration; but for a decade he has been investigating, preaching spiritism and the elevation of mankind...
...Post at the time of his death," he would have been the greatest landscape artist of any period or people." The pictures that he painted with such stormy concentration were usually as tranquil as twilight. Brown cows sunk in August meadows, fly-twitching, drowsily browsing; sheep streaming, grey blurs, cloud-patterned, home over a hill to a fold of peaceful and fleecy sleep; valleys folded in mist, green V's in the breast-hollow of a hill-range, ponds lying like shields at sunset, fishing boats blown out of shimmer to the white shadow of a cliff patched...