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...seat. If she cried when she got there, it was nerves, not bad sportsmanship. "G-L-A-D-I-O-L-U-S." Loudly, brightly, firmly, confidently, 11-year-old Frank Neuhauser of Louisville, Ky., spelled it right. Then he stood quivering with excitement, choking back a grin, while the auditorium-a Washington, D. C, one-crackled loudly with applause for the first national spelling champion, victor over two million foes by the harrowing margin of a single vowel. Frank eagerly accepted his prizes, a gold medal and $500 in gold which his father, a millhand, said Frank would save...
...cake of ice and an electric fan are all right as long as they last, and a certain number of showers at strategic intervals are not without their good effect, but in the feverish heat of preparing for examinations all that the studious sufferer can do is grin and bear it. That and acquire a shot-gun to be used on the self-appointed humorist who says: "Is it hot enough...
...Berger, Socialist U. S. Congressman from Milwaukee; Morris Hillquit, suave and literary lawyer of Manhattan; James H. Maurer, labor ora- tor of Pennsylvania; onetime (1915-19; 1921-23) U. S. Congressman Meyer London of Manhattan; Harriet Stanton Blatch, President of the Women's Political Union; and, his grin framed with scars of battle, one-time convict Debs. Fourteen hundred diners and nearly 1,000 at the crowded doors yelled, clapped, bellowed when the hero took his seat...
...young man's vest. Mr. Arlen was annoyed. I explained to him that we had looked for checked vests and pink shirts and, instead, found a neatly tailored quiet suit of blue. We had thought, perhaps, to encounter a haughty stare, and found, instead, a pleasant and somewhat puzzled grin. "I can wear pink shirts if I must!" said Mr. Arlen...
...finally coaxed it to life, and made for the ominous cake of ice. He circled around it, gazing intently for several minutes, while those on the float held their breath. Finally he headed for the boat house. The spectators stood on tiptoe. As the boat drew hearer, a wide grin could be seen stretching Charlie's mouth from ear to ear, "Boss", he shouted, with a loud guffaw, "that ain't no body. That's a heap of ashes...