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...flags of London fluttered. The guns in Hyde Park boomed. At Windrsor cannon roared salute and bells rang out right merrily through the day. Visitors flocked to Marlborough House to sign the guest book. Couriers-that is postmen and telegram lads-rushed with greetings. At Sandringham, surrounded by her royal relatives, the Queen Mother, Dowager Alexandra, passed a festive 80th birthday in the best of health and spirits...
...Cortez had lived to his end in faith, poverty and style. Sard Harker, sailor, lay on the barque Venturer in Las Palomas harbor, dreaming of a girl he loved. In his dream, the vision of that proud and now empty house stood up clear and portentious, while a voice rang in his ears : "You will meet her again in that house for the second of three times. It will be very, very important, so be ready." Ten years after his dream, he found himself again in Las Palomas, this time as mate of the Pathfinder. "Now," he thought, "it will...
Then, though the moment whispered "Caution! You're on good behavior!" the evil genius of the French communists urged "Up and at 'em!" Upon the first appearance of a real, live Soviet ambassador, the streets of Paris rang with cries of "Vivent Ies soviets!" No wonder French Republicans repeat the Arab fable of the camel which, when granted leave to stick his head inside the hut to shield it from the cold, grew insolent and dispossessed the owner altogether...
Soon the Executive Mansion "rang with merriment." Within three minutes the President's lips were parted, his teeth showed, his mouth opened, he laughed outright. The guests were delegates of the Coolidge Non-Partisan League, actor-folk all (except Col. Waldo), come to assure the President of their support next month and, incidentally, to gain headline publicity. Colonel Waldo, the League's head, seated at Mr. Coolidge's left, sought to be serious over the pancakes and coffee, but Mr. Coolidge was in a lighter mood. He smiled and smiled at Miss Charlotte Greenwood. He laughed...
...bugle-blast rang out at the Marathon Gate. Into the Stadium loped Stenroos, a little Finnish woodcarver, still perky after 26 miles over hill and dale. He was crowned King of the Games with a laurel wreath, after an Italian, an American, another Finn, a Briton, a Chilean crawled...