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...ever understood the human heart. . . ." Candidate Dawes. ". . . He was not one of the Arrow Collar Kids of politics they usually put up for the Vice Presidency. . . . Well, there he is, a man who has done more and felt more than most men have, a cautious banker and a mad enthusiast, an artist, the best of friends, a hard boiled business man exploding with emotion, thinking straight in figures, but illogical and picturesque in speech. . . ." Candidate Bryan. "Younger brother to greatness, private secretary to a three-times candidate for President, business manager of the one-man Bryan newspaper, the Commoner, booker...
...Premier smiled. Great crowds followed. The Premier was delighted. Many times he stopped, shook hands, conversed, kissed, parted with common people and sailors. Many times the people cheered; and many times the Premier raised his hat. Then, from a side alley, was heard a noise like the trumpetings of mad elephants. Two hundred Communists, armed to the eyebrows with sticks, swooped upon the Premier, uttering the terrible cry of "Amnestie!"* M. Herriot turned pale. The Communists surrounded him, waved their sticks, "threatened" him. Several times he was all but hit; yet he remained proverbially cool, calm. Police arrived in time...
...councils who have year in and year out met, listened to the secretary's record of the previous period of traditional inaction, and passed on, serene in the accomplishment of nothing. It has also before it the record of its parent, the Council of 1923-24, which, being driven mad by the repeated goads of a few tireless souls, labored and brought forth several valuable mice among them, for example, the decision on Junior Managerships, which has since been neatly entombed somewhere in the inner sanctuaries of the H. A. A. It is within the power of this...
...Meadow Brook to witness the much-heralded polo match. Several times that crowd was seen to rise hesitatingly as a succession of young men wearing clothes a la Renfrew arrived. His arrival was unmistakable; the vast hordes of photographers gathered at the main entrance to the field suddenly went "mad dog", scampered hither and thither, stopped, snapped and retired. Cheers and handclaps were absent, but most of the spectators strained their necks. All present were impressed with the Baron's good sportsmanship. He smiled throughout the game, despite the fact that the British were losing. ¶Next day, lunch...
Torrential cheers cut his statement short. It was clear to the heaviest and dullest mind that 300 votes were enough. "Accepted!" roared the supporting members. "Accepted!" roared back the galleries. "Accepted!" cried the Ludendorffists (extreme Monarchists) with dismay. "Accepted!" roared the Communists in anger. The noise of mad cheering grew wilder and wilder. The Communists fairly danced and shrieked with rage. The Ludendorffists turned about and fixed the Diplomatic Gallery with a cold, calculating glare of insolence, shook their fists at the assembled diplomats. But nothing served to alter the cheerful mien of M. de Margerie, French Ambassador to .Germany...