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Without regard to party affiliations Their Lordships were as mad as a nest of decrepit hornets, all because the House of Commons had poked them up with a law drafted by the Labor Government to pay more "dole" money to out-of-work Britons. To the house of hereditary loafers such a crack-brained scheme seemed nearly if not quite Bolshevik...
...handy crow's nest from which to follow the doings, or lack of them, at the London Naval Conference was found by President Hoover last week in his temporary offices in the State, War & Navy building. Acting Secretary of State Cotton was just down the corridor and around the corner. The President's door was open to him at any hour with despatches from Chief Delegate Stimson at St. James's palace. Downstairs in the cable room were expert telegraphers. Code clerks filled the code room from which all snoopers were shooed away. Tall, curly-haired Pierre...
...board when the banquet began were the District Magistrate of Megntzu, the Commander of the Megntzu garrison, the President of the Agricultural Society, the Director of the Megntzu Wireless Station, all the municipal department heads and business leaders of the community. Politely they praised the swallow's nest soup, deviled shark's fin, boneless lacquered duck, and vintage eggs. Deeply they drank of the bandit's excellent rice wine...
...fellow in a military cloak, watching his line in a sluggish stream in Alsace, 'What kind of a fish are you expecting to catch?' 'All kinds,' was his gruff but very proper answer....I confess that I do not care to hear a publisher shouting from his crow's nest 'There she blows!' when I have reason to think that his whale is only a porpoise. But meanwhile there are few pleasanter sights than porpoises rolling in the sunshine, and, any morning, now, we may really catch sight of a White Whale." --Time...
...watching his line in a sluggish stream in Alsace, 'What kind of a fish are you expecting to catch?' 'All kinds,' was his gruff but very proper answer. ... I confess that I do not care to hear a publisher shouting from his crow's nest "There she blows!' when I have reason to think that his whale is only a porpoise. But meanwhile there are few pleasanter sights than porpoises rolling in the sunshine, and, any morning, now, we may really catch sight of a White Whale...