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President Kerwin Holmes Fulton of Outdoor Advertising, Inc., Publisher Albert John Kobler of the Daily Mirror, Banker John Edward Young, silk merchant M. C. McGill are among the residents of Manhattan's fashionable Upper East Side who keep their expensive automobiles in the Carlyle Garage on East 76th Street. One morning last week they heard that three armed thugs had held up the garage's night attendants, slashed and acid-burned 27 cars, including their own. Otto W. Peters, owner of the garage, said he had been threatened for weeks. He appealed to police and the District Attorney...
...system is a column of mercury which flows by separate drops (two to three seconds apart) into the substance to be analyzed. The current which flows through the system increases steadily by definite increments. Substances react in a regular way to the current. By means of a mirror galvanometer, the polarograph marks a chart when reactions occur. Professor Heyrovsky & colleagues have prepared scores of polarograph charts. Every user of a polarograph furnishes charts of more substances. By comparing the chart of an unknown substance with available polarograph records, the investigator soon solves his analysis problem...
Newspapermen knew that Grofé had been persuaded to write Tabloid by his friend George Clarke, restless, hard-driving city editor of the New York Daily Mirror. Grofé visited the Mirror offices, devised a scenario which called for typewriters to click out hectically the routine news of the day, for a harp to represent the society editor calling for a copyboy, for a big bass horn to bellow like the managing editor. A sob sister had her maudlin, banal bit. Piccolos and traps described the comic-strip antics of Mickey Mouse. Revolver shots expressed murder headlines. Drums drummed...
...debut as manager of the Scala in Milan the night Scotti first sang there 34 years ago. Then he went upsteps to a dingy dressing-room, locked the door, took pictures of his long-dead father and mother from the little black bag and sat them down before a mirror. Slowly he smeared his face with yellow paint, donned a snakey-cued China-man's wig. For that last afternoon he had chosen to sing in Franco Leoni's L'Oracolo, a one-act opera, second rate to be sure, but one which only he had sung...
...Boheme was given first. Scotti paced the floor, adjusted his wig, peered closely into the mirror. The makeup concealed the signs of his 67 years, the pouches under his eyes, the two deeply chiseled lines which, under the paint, linked his beaklike nose with the corners of his tired mouth...