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...city contributed its $25,000,000 worth of halls and stadiums, its unsightly 150-acre dump sprawled along the lake front. Last March contractors began blasting away at frozen ashes, tin cans, bedsprings. In three months 15 miles of paving were laid, huge buildings erected. Exhibitors, paying $4 per sq. ft. for space, moved in their products. When last fortnight Secretary of Commerce Roper drawled a dull greeting into a microphone before a tiny audience, Cleveland suddenly woke up to find its dump converted into a thing of fun and beauty...
...Fred Fletcher, tenant on my farm here. On the return of myself and wife from a winter's cruise in Illinois, I proceeded to empty the ashes in my furnace which Fred had attended to during our absence. I was puzzled to see no fresh ashes on the dump or any evidence of ashes except that the coal (anthracite) bin was nearly empty. "Can't I have those ashes?" asked Fred. "Sure, but what do you want them for?" I countered. "I want to feed them to my hogs," quoth Fred. "Go way back and sit down...
...about ready to sign the damning confession, the French attack. After a terrific bombardment the order is given to evacuate Douaumont, and in the chaos of the battle Captain Niggl gets back to safety. Lieutenant Kroysing is reported missing. Meantime Berlin, whose company is in charge of an ammunition dump, is the only one to keep his head and stick to his post during a bombardment. A well-meaning artillery officer recommends him for The Iron Cross. Only result is that Berlin is given a more dangerous job: scavenging for dud shells...
...Vassar Cooperating," is an appetizer potent enough to make any Yale breakfast tasty. If you add to that juicy morsel the piece de resistance of an immediate cash bonus disbursement for all persons under thirty-six, this being the reading period surprise of the Great White Father, and then dump both sweet essences into the arms of full-blooded Yale men, any Bolshevist will admit that you've got the makings of a dirty-bourgeois bombshell...
...which he wrapped in sheets from the London Sunday Graphic for Sept. 15 and the Aug. 5 and 7 issues of Labor's Daily Herald. Finally Ratanji went somewhat surgically berserk, butchering and slashing the chunks of flesh that had been wife & nurse and at last contriving to dump the lot into a narrow Scottish ravine appropriately known to local rustics as "The Devil's Beef...