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...from walking to Holloway station." With his permanent amazement at his own rise to eminence Mr. MacDonald commented: "Could any of you, with all your capacity to forecast, then have said to both of us, Gentlemen, you will bid each other good night tonight, and it will be your fate not to meet again until invited as guests of His Majesty to partake of his hospitality at Buckingham Palace?" Lord Dawson has never expressed such amazement at his own rise...
...ruffle U. S. equanimity. Asked Burgomaster Karl Russel of Coblenz, addressing the Hindenburg banquet: "How could we have endured the 'roughneck' methods of the Americans and the calculated oppression of the French if our peerless Rhine and Moselle wines had not helped us to bear our sad fate...
...artistic anonymity are those painstaking workmen in government office who scratch designs for postage stamps on metal dies. For every hundred philatelists who know the value of a one-cent postoffice Mauritius ($20,000) scarcely one knows the name of its engraver, J. Barnard. No such anonymity is the fate of Stamp Engraver Sanchez Toda, designer of the Spanish Goya memorial stamps which reached U. S. post offices last week. Cables carried his name round the world, foreign reformers held high their hands in horror...
...country can go. ... A prominent Republican came to me in Washington about present conditions. I told him to go back to President Hoover, sit down in his office and tell the President he could thank God the depression came in the middle of his term. For as sure as fate in 1932 the chimneys will be smoking, the farmers will be getting good crops that will bring them good prices and Mr. Hoover will be reelected. . . . I don't approve of it but it will happen. [Titters in the audience.] I'm serious! He will...
...suit himself. Ineligible but attractive young men were shipped off to faraway posts; harmless, ambitious eligibles were invited to dinner. Father Plimsoll did not even shrink from employing a detective. But his best-laid plans did not so much go wrong as turn inside out, a trick of Fate's (or Author Kahler's) which enabled him to refrain from beating his breast-in fact, to receive congratulations on his shrewdness-when, an unwilling wedding guest, he heard the loud bassoon. Author Hugh MacNair Kahler, 47, is of that school of U. S. writers which owes allegiance...