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Leaving the parade ground, King Carol and his red-headed Magda Lupescu made a sentimental journey to the suburban château where for more than four years they lived in exile (TIME, June 16, 1930). Taking the Blue Train to Nice, they were up until dawn, dancing in the streets at a city fete. Next day His Majesty, 42, motored out to the villa of famed Dr. Serge Voronoff, monkey-gland rejuvenator...
Sixty million years ago-the dawn of their Age-Titanoides was the biggest of mammals, about the size of a polar bear. Stout, thick-legged, big-tailed, weighing half a ton, probably a fine swimmer, Titanoides liked swamps, crushed lush water plants in his none too capable teeth. Prior to 1932 the only evidence of him was a single jawbone. Then Bryan Patterson of the Field Museum found three skeletons, two fragmentary, one almost complete, near Grand Junction, Colo. The excellent specimen put on show in Chicago last week is the only one of Titanoides visible...
...just died of pneumonia, decided to bury her in Little Sandy Cemetery near her Taylorsville home five miles away. Bitterly her son Hugh, 57, World War veteran protested that her dying wish had been to be buried in nearby Nazareth Cemetery. Overruled, he stalked into the night. Near dawn he returned, burst in among the kinsmen keeping the death watch, brandished a shotgun, picked up his mother's body and ran outside. He flung the body across the pommel of his horse's saddle and galloped away. A posse found him in Moody Swamp, his mother...
Stout Curzon friends deny that he ever said any such thing but legend is a sturdy oak. Legend also says that in this room Sir Edward Grey worked all one night in 1914 and then at dawn, stepping to the window as London's street lights were being extinguished, cut this gem: "Lights are going out all over Europe. We shall not see them lighted again in our time...
...darkness just before one dawn last week an automobile sped into that part of New York City which lies north of the Harlem River, ground to a halt at the great Bronx Terminal Market. Foodhandlers, working under arc lights, stopped to stare and pound their frozen hands together, as out of the car emerged a small, swart Napoleonic figure wrapped in a greatcoat. The man mounted, with assistance, the tailboard of a truck, took a paper from his pocket. Two shivering policemen braced their shoulders, put bugles to their chapped lips, sounded assembly. Half way through the call one bugle...