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...Sacred Flame. A young man, crippled, paralyzed and impotent as a result of an airplane crash during the War, worships his wife for five years from a wheelchair. He knows he is doomed to be an invalid for life; his only happiness is seeing his beautiful wife and believing that she remains faithful, to him. In the sixth year, the young man dies in the night. His nurse bluntly informs the family that he was murdered (with an overdose of a sleeping drug). There are three possible murderers: his wife, his brother, his mother...
...when he had demanded the resignation of his own Minister of Posts & Telegraphs, the Rt. Hon. Walter B. Madeley. Blast Madeley's impertinence! If he wouldn't resign alone, General Hertzog knew well enough how to force the fellow out by bringing down his whole Cabinet. The crash was called, last week, and for a very good reason, a "nigger crisis...
...looked like the gray crinkled hide of an elephant. At night it was an arabesque pattern of vermilion, magenta, citron. Then the top of the wall would curl like a malevolent phosphorus wave. With a crash as of metallic surf it would topple, advance, cool, form another wall. For some reason the lava moved more swiftly at night. Even from Messina, at the northern tip of Sicily, it could be seen slipping down Etna, like a tiny blazing snake...
Died. Capt. Charles B. D. Collyer, 32, and Harry Tucker, 34, famed transContinental flyers, flying the Lockheed-Vega plane, Yankee Doodle, following a crash in the Bradshaw Mountains, Arizona, in an attempt to make another West-East flight. Recently they made a record for an East-West non-stop flight-24 hours 51 minutes. With John Henry Mears, theatrical producer, Capt. Collyer established, last July, the round-the-world record (airplane & steamship) in 23 days. Last August, Tucker with Arthur Goebel piloting the same Yankee Doodle, flew from Los Angeles to Curtis Field, L. I., in 18 hours 58 minutes...
...roof of London's Labor Exchange rose gently up, one evening last week, then slithered down to crash in fragments. Two omnibuses were checked as they lumbered across Oxford Circus, were sportively rolled backward several yards. The glass dome of the Royal College of Music was blown to tinkling smithereens...