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...airplanes in this formidable and exciting operation probably pack less coal into Berlin in one day than can be carried in one barge on the Rhine. It is painful to watch German workmen pour the small lumps into scales and weigh them out to the precise 110 pounds. To an American watching the airlift there is a sense of both degradation and satisfaction. But however momentary your anger at this unnatural and uneconomic thing, you get an abiding satisfaction that we are able...
...Swiss dentists reported their impressions of Los Angeles. Said Dr. Georges Lebet: "Everything here is automatic. Automatic machines toast your bread, pour your soft drinks, change your phonograph records, even shave your face." Said Dr. P. H. Lugeon: "Your beer is nearly frozen. Your beefsteak, vegetables, milk, are frozen nearly hard. Everything is refrigerated, even your young ladies...
...Deal-discouraged in Louisiana by Huey-was now admitted and allowed to pour in fresh millions in WPA funds. There were big cars, parties, and champagne for all. Then the bubble blew up. Dr. James Monroe Smith, president of L.S.U., vanished one day with his party-loving wife, Thelma. The Doc had been speculating in millions of bushels of wheat and had invented a unique system of financing. Whenever his broker called for more collateral, he merely ordered the printing of more L.S.U. bonds. He was discovered in Canada, brought home, and clapped into jail...
Back from a desperate search for a human-interest story, a Minor sport-writer wrote: "Ed Barrow, the Babe's rough, tough baseball father, pulled up the shade on the years to let the sunshine of the Bambino's rollicking history pour through the room of his tree-shrouded Rye home as he abstractedly nodded: 'Babe Ruth was just a human citizen-a human American citizen.'" Westbrook Pegler, putting his worst (kickless) foot forward, told how Ruth, "a burly oaf [who] could suck half a pound of tobacco and spit through his ears," had autographed...
...since the 1913 flood had Dayton been so excited. One day last week, word spread that big trouble was brewing on the picket lines at the Univis Lens Co. Some 7,500 Daytonians turned out to watch. They saw 160 policemen move in, pour tear gas into a yelling union mob. A savage, three-month-old strike in which heads had been bloodied, stink bombs tossed at non-strikers, ribs prodded by police billies, had reached its climax...