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...Baden do so to quaff curative quarts of German water, tone up their livers, rest. But last week in the sumptuous Hotel Stephanie potent bankers from seven nations continued to defy all restful rules. Night after long night they kept the Grand Ballroom blazing behind locked doors until nearly dawn. Chairman of these occult doings was driving, restless Jackson Eli Reynolds, President of the First National Bank of New York...
Anxiously Mme Delacroix listened to her husband's breathing. She remembered that when the Young Plan Committee was sitting in Paris, Britain's great Banker Baron Revelstoke had gone to bed similarly weary and died of heart failure before dawn (TIME, Jan. 14 to June 17). Banker Delacroix's sleep seemed normal, however, and soon his wife was asleep too. About 5 a. m. she felt his hand on her shoulder: "I am feeling ill." To the telephone flew...
...wherever British or U. S. horsemen gather, people remembered that song last week, for cub hunting was over, formal fox hunting was beginning. Bank presidents set their alarm clocks for 5:30 a. m. Valets laid out scarlet coats and white breeches. Stalwart young women wore derby hats at dawn. In Britain sportsmen remembered John Peel and his song more than on other Octobers, for last week marked the looth anniversary of the day when one John Woodcock Graves, poet-fox hunter, first bawled "D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so gray"* in the cosy bar parlor...
...brisk, breezes came down from the granite hills of New Hampshire early this morning and whistled through the windows of his private suite in Memorial Hall. After a night spent at a genuine Intercollegiate Ball the zestful zephyrs did the trick for the old reprobate and he awoke at dawn with roses in his cheeks and a curl in his blond hair. Ah, yes. Youth has come to town. Youth, strong and vigorous, is the style today. And best of all, the Vagabond is young again. And chipper, too, my lads...
Just before dawn, one morning a fortnight ago, all seemed quiet on the University of Illinois' midwestern front. But the rambling campus slept fitfully, for later in the day undergraduates were to elect sophomore, junior, senior class officers. Not for some time had the political position of the fraternity cabal been challenged. But this fall, one John Granata, brother of Pete Granata, Chicago precinct captain in Morris Eller's "bloody twentieth" ward, had rallied about him the "barbarians" (non-fraternity men) to form an independent party...