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Twins, notable since the oozy dawn of civilization, are Crime and Corruption. They frolic now from Shanghai to Paris, unashamed. Occasionally, they rear their heads up into the light and scare some, shock others. Sometimes they pop up in Washington, but their favorite modern playgrounds are in manufacturing cities where sprawling factories belch and whistle, where grimy alleys creep between frame hovels, where workingmen need stimulation Saturday nights. The so-called "better element" becomes excited only on occasions when the Rockefeller Foundation calls Detroit "the vilest city in the country," or when a newspaper publisher is murdered in Canton, Ohio...
...Dawn had just stolen over Long Island when an eager little man and a thoughtful taller one busied themselves about a monster silvery airplane with "Sikorsky-New York (crossed flags) Paris" painted on her engine gondolas and fuselage. It was on the plains of Westbury and perhaps a thousand people stood about, shivering in overcoats. The morning was not so chilly, but they were excited. In a, few minutes this plane would rush down a long, specially built dirt runaway, lift into the air, skim, climb, circle and head off for the Atlantic, Newfoundland, Ireland, Paris...
...Perhaps they would shake, as he was shaking now, if they saw cold fire creep across heaven and throw, with a noise like tearing silk, luminous sheets of red, yellow and green into a void without bounds, over a world without warmth, through a great, glittering night without a dawn . . . by jingo...
...Yellow specks dotted the Hag's snow-flesh, last week, crawled and hacked their way upward from Zermatt. Wise tourists, bedded at luxurious Gornergrat, rose early and viewed the dawn-pink Alpine panorama on which the Matterhorn looms as but one of many peaks. From Gornergrat the yellow specks could not be seen-yet one of them was Prince Chichibu of Japan, second son of the Mikado, indefatigable Alpinist (TIME, Sept. 6 et ante...
Many a night James Calisch sat until dawn with young Emanuel Silberstein, who would come around from 57th St. to interrogate and dispute upon the writings of Spinoza, the Jew of Amsterdam; of morbid Schopenhauer, neurotic Nietzsche, recondite Kant. Emanuel was regarded by himself and his family, as a mental prodigy. He had made public orations in the Liberty Loan drives at the age of 10. He had finished high school at 16 and, after a nervous breakdown, read long and late at philosophy and psychology, screwed up in a corner with his scrawny shoulders hunched, his lean hooked nose...