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...night of Dec. 12, 1926, two men rang the doorbell at the home of Joseph Adams, 300-pound mayor of West City, Ill. The mayor, incautious, unsuspecting, opened the door. His callers took hasty shots at the 300-pound target, ran for their machines, left Mayor Adams dying across his threshold. Now the State of Illinois holds Charles Birger, gunman, gangster, as accessory to the murder of Joe Adams...
...Newark, N. J., the orchestra played Carmen. A bull, goaded by the lances of the picador, careened madly about the ring. With graceful, measured step the matador advanced, rose on tiptoe, plunged his sword into the bull's breast, squarely between the shoulders. A bell rang. That bell was inside the bull. That bull was mechanical, controlled by an electric switchboard. Sportsmen were having their bi-weekly fun in a building on the banks of the grimy Passaic River...
Meanwhile, on Park Avenue, in Manhattan, the carilloneur having no electro-pneumatic machinery, tugged at levers which rang nine-ton bells and nine-pound bells, waking idlers from their Sunday morning sleep. As everyone knows, these are the bells of the largest carillon in the U. S.?John D. Rockefeller Jr.'s gift to the Park Avenue Baptist Church (TIME, Oct. 5, 1925). To Messrs. Rockefeller and Crane, carillons "sing of eternity and fill the earth with gladsome song"; to jaded sleepyheads, they are no better than an early morning coal delivery...
...world, fought last week in Madison Square Garden. In the first round Clark went down for a count of nine. He recuperated and got through the second. In the third he went down for seven, got up, went down again, got up, went down again. The bell rang. He walked to his corner. After each minute of rest between rounds he came out as if a new day had dawned for him after a good night's sleep. At the end of the fight La Barba, arm-weary, had shown past peradventure that he merited his title, long...
...Then suddenly, unexpectedly, startingly the fire bells rang out! Alarm! Shrieks of flames! No, shrieks of women--get me? Watch out for that smoke stack! What the --! Anyway it was the call of Duty. But even at such a time he was a Scotchman. 'I've got is leave you Martha,' he said, shaking his head sadly. 'It's a call from the department and I've got to go. I hope you get over your illness, Martha, but if you feel yourself slipping before I get back-please blow out the candle...