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This problem of French 2 books has us worn to a frazzle. Razor blades we do not mind. "Ruy Bias" will neither rust nor sit on a windowsill indefinitely. Several years ago, while the Graduate Establishment of Business Administration was being built across the Charles, two undergraduates, having passed French 2, and mellowed by their celebrations, solved the problem. The Morgan Business Library was still a mess of foundations and holes, Feeling that a library of any sort should be built not only of bricks, mortar, gilt domes, but also of books, they did their part. Contractors arriving...
...place where the flower-stalk ought to be, produces a basin of sweet sap from which Mexicans make their national drink, syrupy pulque. By distilling fermented pulque they make mescal, a potent liquor. By letting the flower stalk grow, drying and slicing the firm pith, they get natural razor strops, insulating material...
Some one put down on the board table near the President one of the blue C. C. C. camp kits, the irregular purchase of which caused a Senate investigation (TIME, June 12). When the President saw it he roared with laughter. "Do those razor blades work, boys?" he asked. "Yes, Sir!" chorused the happy woodsters...
December was hateful and the squalling brat always woke up at six o'clock in the morning and had to be quieted. He walked the floor thinking of all the damned stupid calls he would have to make. He couldn't find a sharp razor blade and his eyes smarted. He cut himself painfully on the lip, and couldn't find a shoe-horn. The coffee always tasted stale the way he made it, and he away fried the eggs too long so that they were greasy and brown. The morning paper wouldn't stay propped up against the sugar...
...released and nobody, including the police, was much the wiser. Jake the Barber was one of the few underworldlings left with appreciable means. He has peddled spurious stocks on two continents-in dry oil wells, flooded Florida land, non-existent glass casket companies-since he professionally laid down his razor in Chicago twelve years ago. At one time he bought an exhausted African platinum mine, dressed Negroes up in muddy work clothes, took photographs of them, prepared literature for a grand swindle in London. He had just bought postage to distribute the literature when a newspaper exposed his knavery. Incorrigible...