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France. Someone calling himself "The Three Judges of Hell" mailed ten simple dynamite bombs to a radio broadcasting station, a publishing house, an automobile magnate's office, a department store, a beauty products laboratory, a baby food company, a pencil company, a film office, the Society of Authors and a boarding house. Resembling magazine rolls, two were opened and detonated, wounding three postal clerks and an automobile employe. Wrapped in the catalog of a St. Etienne munitions firm, each bomb contained the message: "We will strike the French people without distinction as to age. sex or rank, until they...
...hour's train ride from Trondheim, Hell is a popular excursion spot for U. S. travelers who delight in sending home picture postcards of the railroad station (see cut). The Norwegian word for Hell is helvede. Hell means nothing...
...only was the Midwest as hot as the hinges of Hell. It was also tinder dry. It had been dry for five rainless months. Lake Michigan reached its lowest stage in a decade. The Mississippi was lower than it had ever been. On the Great Lakes, cargo boats went 25% light to get over the shoals. Aviators had to climb 5,000 ft. above Omaha to surmount sulphur-colored dust clouds. But the distress to navigators, airmen and city folk was nothing to the desperation of Midwestern farmers, as they watched their fields incinerate, their cattle actually perish of hunger...
Descent into Hell is the subtitle of his Prelude. In 54 close-packed pages Author Mann justifies his caption, presents the prehistorical theory on which his narrative is founded. "Very deep is the well of the past. Should we not call it bottomless?" Not truth but mystery lies at the bottom of the well. Recorded history goes down only a little way. "Where then do they lie in time, the beginnings of human civilization? How old is it? . . . We have only to enquire, to conjure up a whole vista of time-coulisses opening out infinitely, as in mockery." But there...
...Boston's finest must be afflicted with Jangled Nerves, because when Albort Mollinger of the League against War and Fascism started to shout louder and louder, some official, as yet unidentified, thought, "What the hell Why wait?" and loosed the cager bluecoats on the passive...