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...Elliott's house is in a place called Dunton, a drab quarter of the Borough of Queens, N. Y. One night last week, an hour past midnight, a bulky object lying on the porch of the Elliott house detonated with a roar of which the magnitude befitted the object of its protest. This object was not Robert G. Elliott or his wife and two children, all in bed upstairs. It was society...
...unto glamorous "Holy Russia" but into the drab, mechanized Soviet Union came last week the first Reigning Sovereign to enter Moscow since the days of Tsar Nicholas the Last. The visiting potentate was His Majesty, King Amanullah of Afghanistan, styled by his Moslem subjects, "The Peace of God." Accompanied by his Queen, Thuraya, "The Starry One," he is now completing a tour of the Occident (TIME, Jan. 23 et seq.) which has taken him on state visits to Rome, Paris, Berlin, London and several smaller Capitals. Last week the royal party, including Crown Prince Rhamatullah Khan and highest dignitaries...
Many birds settle down to a drab existence in captivity although in excellent health. The flamingo gradually loses its brilliant red color, turns an ugly grey...
...gold under a curt manner. He won't allow his young wife to continue as typist, because silently he remembers his work-ridden mother. Bored, Dot window-shops on Eddie's forty-a-week, but Eddie refuses to buy furniture "on time." Finally they find a drab little apartment where Dot busies herself with pink ruffled curtains, neat drawers of kitchen utensils, and (rather than an abortion) "keeping her baby," to the raucous tune of "something good on the radio"-the delirious Democratic Convention of 1924. Follow the usual pangs and pains of childbirth, told with unusual explicitness...
Amsterdam is the city of drab workmen who cut and polish brightest diamonds, the home of landlubbing watermen who pole barges along slow canals, the habitat of buxom and sensible stenographers who pedal to work each morning upon thousands of bicycles. Amsterdam, in short, is the last place where one would expect to hear-during the decent forenoon hours, and from a stately mansion-a sequence of revolver shots...