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Leaving the town hall for the residence of the governor of Bosnia the royal car made a wrong turning and while the chauffeur was backing the automobile several shots rang out. The royal couple fell back mortally wounded. In consternation orders were given to drive on to the governor's residence, but before the two-minute drive was over the Duchess was dead. Fifteen minutes later the Archduke died, shot through the jugular vein. His last words were: "Sophie, live for our children...
Burlesque. Last week loud applause came to a young actress who found herself bowing to bravos as featured player of the season's first hit, while her ears still rang with the jazz jingles she crooned only two years ago in the smoky staleness of a night club. Barbara Stanwyck came that suddenly to the apogee of Broadway nights. At first she sang in a cabaret and imitated stage celebrities. Then she had an understudy part in Lily Sue (because Willard Mack* happened to notice her tall, auburn beauty), later a role in The Noose-now her name...
...voluble with the latest gossip- of the Prince of Wales, Henry Ford and Lena Stillman, and I look bored, but not blank, when the McNary-Haugen bill is mentioned. Last week I had just finished reading TIME from red cover to red cover, felt buoyantly well-informed. The doorbell rang, and there was the mailman with another edition of TIME. Oh dear! Yours, till my subscription runs...
...brother had killed Mayor Adams, but had acted in the employ of Messrs. Birger and Newland. On the night of Dec. 12, 1926, Mr. Thomasson said, he and his brother drove up to the home of Mayor Adams in a car driven by Mr. Hyland. They rang Mr. Adams doorbell, shot and killed him when he opened the door. Another witness testified that the bullets were poisoned so that any wound would prove fatal...
...Pounds.' I thought them much better subjects than usual, and immediately felt ideas pouring into my head for 'The Weathercock.' Yes, there he was on the church tower ... up in the wind . . . Jenny sat beside me biting her pen and looking cross and unhappy. ... The bell rang. 'Oh teacher . . i.!' 'Still haven't finished Clare? Afraid you can't have any more time today.' I experienced all the pangs of thwarted ambition, denial in che midst of white hot creation, death in the midst of life, and could have wept...