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...when she walked, watched the unusual grinning couple enter a motor. They decided that Mr. Walker meant what he said about his plans being "indefinite." How could such a gamin be definite? They welcomed him as "Mayor of the greatest American capital," but, as he said later: "How in Hell can one be dignified in these surroundings...
...Detroit. Last week 20,000 veterans of the war with Spain gathered from all states. A flock of automobiles was waiting to carry them down the streets, but the old soldiers laughed. "To hell with those things," they remarked; then they put on blue or light brown uniforms and marched afoot along Woodward Ave. Brass bands played the quick sad songs they had marched to almost 30 years ago-"After the Ball," "Just as the Sun Went Down," "Goodbye Dolly Gray." On the sidewalks girls cheered and threw flowers just as other girls had once thrown flowers to soldiers...
...acre-feet); that the remainder of the water be equally divided after deducting Nevada's 2%; but that either state be free to use any water not used by the other within 20 years. Asked if he liked this proposition, Governor Hunt of Arizona exploded: "Hell, no! What we want is a square deal...
Tenth Avenue. Before the World War broke them up, the Hudson Dusters were a well-knit gang of gunmen and thieves who infested the west front of Manhattan, near Tenth Avenue. Such devilry was constantly sizzling and boiling up here, that the neighborhood became known as "Hell's Kitchen." In this lurid milieu, Playwrights John McGowan and Lloyd Griscom elected to set their play, although, as subsequently developed, they might as logically have fixed upon the Bronx...
...close to distraction. So thought radio operators listening last week to the day-and- nightlong flashes of Ernest L. Smith, civilian pilot, and Emory Bronte, navigator, who entered dense fog with their Travelair monoplane, City of Oakland, soon after leaving Oakland, Calif., for Honolulu in mid-Pacific. "Foggy as hell," snapped Flyer Smith's first signals. Then he seemed to get used to it and flashed: "Going fine ... we will run out of it soon." Again, he said: "Go-ing strong. . . . Radio beacon working great." The strain began to show in a later message: "Receiving...