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Campbell's soup menu lists 21 genera, species and varieties of soup: asparagus, bean, beef, bouillon, celery, chicken, chicken gumbo, clam chowder, consomme, julienne, mock turtle, mulligatawny, mutton, oxtail, pea, pepper pot, printainer, tomato, tomato-okra, vegetable, vegetable-beef. Into the making of these mighty mixtures go okra and sweet pimentoes from the South; peas, corn, lima beans from New Jersey and Delaware; red-hearted Chatanay carrots, in summer from the Finger Lakes (N. Y.), in winter from Brownsville (Tex.); yellow turnips from Nova Scotia; head rice (hard enough to stand cooking) from Patna on the Ganges River; wild Irish...
Gerson is no great loss to the race. But in the last act, prisoned in the lacquered mansion of the dread Chang Kai Chang, the Hon. Nancy and "Chinese" O'Neill nearly meet their doom. At the last moment the adventurous Celt obtains a Colt, takes a pot shot at the munition-laden ships of Chang Kai Chang?"Master of the China Sea." He does not miss. He embraces the Hon. Nancy during a thunderous holocaust which signals the utter destruction of all their enemies...
...payable over 58 years.* Since the people of Germany roughly number 60,000,000, each man, woman, child and babe in the Reich is faced with a reparations debt of $466. Even in the U. S. there are babes to whom $466 is quite a pot of money. Still, to a really potent babe (born yesterday and with 58 years in which to grow up paying on the installment plan), even $466 or 1,957 gold marks may not seem onerous. Certainly nothing plaintive was said last week by Dr. Hjalmar Schacht, President of the Reichsbank and chief...
Wheeler−"devotes himself wholly to pot-shooting. ... In a floor fight he is a total loss...
...latest of his pot-boiling series of-so-called investigations of representative American college existence, Mr. Kenneth L. Roberts '07, burlesque artist extraordinary, has succeeded in arousing Harvard--or at least the editors of the Harvard Crimson--to hot indignation and to a vigorous, if not too clever, denial of his interpretation of student life at Cambridge. This, we imagine, is just what Mr. Roberts wanted. It would even seem to strengthen a few of the points at which he has been at such pains to whale away with his heavy bludgeon of journalistic humor...