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...rejuvenated Harvard offense got under way with the opening whistle. Vicious line plunges, alternating with occasional sweeps around end or off tackle, ate up the ground. J. P. Crosby '28 carried the ball on most of the plunges, and seldom failed to gain at least three yards. W. R. Harper '30, starting his first University game, was another power on the attack, as was G. C. Holbrook '30, who entered the game late...
...state governors seldom find time to visit at the White House, but one of them was among the first Coolidge callers last week -Governor John T. Martineau of Arkansas. He came as a chair-man with his six Arkansas, Louisiana, and Mississippi colleagues on the tri-state executive board of flood control. After the call, Governor Martineau said: "We found President Coolidge sympathetic. . . ." He estimated that the permanent anti-flood program would cost close to a half billion.* The governor and colleagues later conferred with Secretary of War Davis and chief of engineers General Hadwin. ¶Four days after Governor...
...Paris, it is seldom that the Opera Comique appoints more than two U. S. artists to sing in one performance. Last week, in honor of the American Legion visitors, The Barber of Seville was given with U. S. artists in all the principal roles. Those who pleased most were Madame Luella Melius, coloratura soprano, and Theodore Karle, tenor. Applaud- ing in the audience sat: Frieda Hempel, Ganna Walska, Madeleine Keltic, M. Fitzhugh, Charles Hackett, William Martin...
Professor Francis Arthur Powell Aveling, Reader in Psychology at the University of London, last week offered corrections to the popular notion about laughter, its causes and significance. "The really happy man," he said, "never laughs-or seldom-though he may smile. He does not need to laugh, for laughter, like weeping, is a relief of mental tension-and the happy are not overstrung...
Never was more melodrama swept between two covers and seldom was it swept so well. Author Dehan's style is his fortune. Tumultuous, it confuses at first, until the long rhythms of a splendid imagination become apparent. Then, sustained overtones rise above the narrative?the bitter self-sufficiency of a betrayed Jew; the long-suffering humanity of a French monk in the wilderness; the earthy mysticism of aborigines who talk from hill to hill with smoke columns, declare war with muttering drums and ululate for a dying god when the sun is eclipsed...