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...chose for dean; Briggs, also, stands alone. "Who that saw the Commencement of 1900 can forget the slender, slightly bent figure that stood almost shrinking while Eliot spoke, the bowed head, the downcast eyes-and the cheers that shook the theatre? " Le Baron Russell Briggs.' A wondrous voice rang out the words. Le Baron Russell Briggs. The well-beloved dean of Harvard College, patient, tender, discerning, candid, just and cheering because convinced of the overwhelming predominance of good in the student world.' And unshaken and unshakable in this conviction, which is the soul of love, for more than...
...midnight in Paris. Through the dark streets rushed reporters in a taxicab. The cab stopped before the U. S. Embassy. The reporters rang the doorbell and pounded on the U. S. Embassy door. A sleepy concierge came to find out what was the matter. "We want to see Ambassador Kellogg; he is visiting with Ambassador Herrick," demanded the reporters. "C'est impossible," declared the concierge. "Les Excellences se sont déjà couch...
Little Walker took the first four rounds. Savagely he tore into McTigue, slashed him around the ropes with rights and lefts, made small men stand up in their chairs. The next three rounds were not so fast; the fighters were listless. The bell rang for the eighth, both boxers dragged languidly into action amid a salvo of boos. More flaccid pommeling, clinching, pushing. A raucous fan began to sing Every Hour I Knead Thee, was silenced. In the last two rounds, McTigue feebly rallied. Referee Lewis gave the victory to little Walker. McTigue kept his title, as the boxing...
...music, too, shaded the typical revue numbers of the white race, and received the maximum effect at the hands of the chorus and the orchestra. The latter played with precise restraint; the former did the unbelievable--and sang. Clear voices rang out over the footlights from all corners of the stage, and it was by no means necessary to shut one's eyes in order to enjoy them...
...Shelby, was fighting Kid Norfolk. Four rounds went by. Black Norfolk bounded, attacked; White Gibbons stepped lightly out, stepped briskly in, drove his fists against the sleek black ribs, the shiny black face. The fifth round came. No longer did the black man attack. Just before the bell rang he fell down on his knees like a bullock. In the sixth round a right to the jaw sent him down again; he lugged himself up, wobbled for a moment, sank to the boards. Referee Tommy Sheridan stopped the bout, lifted high the hand of Thomas Gibbons...