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Wegener. Capt. Ahrenberg then planned to fly in search of Professor Alfred Wegener, head of a German expedition farther north in Greenland, whose mission was similar to that of the British party. Professor Wegener set out from his base last September to take supplies to two men who, like Courtauld, were stationed at a central observation camp on the ice cap. Professor Wegener never returned. Just as Capt. Ahrenberg was about to join the search last week, word was received from a relief expedition which had penetrated to the camp with a powerful portable radio. The occupants of the camp...
...presidential elector-at-large in 1924. Staunch Republican, she was glad to cast her honorary vote for Calvin Coolidge. Last year she was appointed to the Port of New York's survey to devise improvements in customs inspection. To her the State Department turned, last month, in search of shelter for its royal guests from Siam...
...real War veteran in your description of Col. Carl Estes which could have been omitted and pleased admirers of good taste (TIME, April 13). You say he is crippled. Yes, and no. German shells tore him to pieces and he has gone through probably more hospitals in search of benefits to his general health than any other man. Crippled? Yes, a little physically, but stronger than horseradish and more healthy than a Missouri mule when it comes to mentality...
...biographies are as searching as this one; few biographers would have gone on such a search. John Middleton Murry and the late David Herbert Lawrence were once friends; now Murry has written a book to tell the world why Lawrence was a false prophet. His half-apologetic epilog is addressed to the dead man: "The evil that you did, is done; and it is evil. You muddied the spring of living water that flowed in you more richly than in any man of your time. . . . You bewildered men who might have learned from you. betrayed men who would have followed...
This understandable lassitude on the part of our elders has thrown the Vagabond out of work and he has been forced to meander about the streets in search of an occupation. All yesterday afternoon he wasted leather on the gritty paving stones in an attempt to keep the fire of life flaming high. He toyed with the idea of seeing the Red Sox, but then they always lose. He wandered up to the Treasure Room and found only two students talking in an excessively loud tone about the rate of subway fares out to Dorchester. Coming out of Widener...