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...North German Lloyd Columbus, and was soon gabbling with her sister, on the Hamburg-American Deutschland, about fashions, family matters and a political dinner Mrs. B.'s brother-in-law had lately attended. For eight minutes they talked, exclaiming, interrupting each other, both talking at once. After she rang off, Mrs. Sampter paid the wireless operator of the Columbus her toll...
...likeness of a suet pudding, flattened his nose, failed to knock him out only because his arms were tired-in the 15th, when Walker, with indomitable courage, exhaling a vapor of blood from his nose, staggered after Greb, backed him to the ropes, exchanged punches until the last bell rang. Then Referee Purdy, having seen the decision justly given to Greb, was helped from the ring...
...telephone rang in White Court Attorney General Sargent was on the wire, from Plymouth, Vt. He gave word that he had visited the President's father, found him ill, found that the President's son John had sat up with his grandfather all night. Doctors were summoned. Major Coupal was sent from White Court. Dr. Arthur L. Chute, Professor of Genitourinary Surgery at Tufts College, was called. Colonel Coolidge was found to have an abscess of the prostrate gland and an operation was decided on at once...
Stooping among his instruments in a lonely observatory at Juvisy, France, Camille Flammarion, 83, famed French astronomer, felt a chill in his side, slipped to the floor. Many hours later, footsteps rang on the stone stairway. The servant who entered found Flammarion where he had fallen. One arm was twisted under his body. His face, scribbled with an extraordinary network of fine lines, was curiously dis- ordered under the bush of his white hair. He was dead. When Camille Flammarion was 9, he saw an eclipse. It was not the spectacle of the little moon lying like a black penny...
...battle against Eugene Tunney, a handsome fellow with a pompadour, a mild face, who sat facing him from the opposite corner of the ring. Tiered in darkness, 40,000 watchers perspired freely. They saw the solicitous referee bend above Gibbons. They saw Gibbons shake his head. The bell rang. Gibbons stood up. He took a step, smacked his smirking opponent (a one-time Marine) on the right temple. The other, angered, beat a furious rataplan upon the ribs of Gibbons. Wearily, with the immeasurable pathos of fatigue, Gibbons lifted his left fist, lunged at Tunney. "Ah," said 40,000 people...