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...could fall back on some good old Marine Corps unprintable phrases, but I will just say that I HEAR lusty-lunged Marines singing the strains of "Sweet Adeline" in Quantico, Va., Baltimore, Washington, D. C., San Diego, California, Tientsin, China, and many other places, and down in front of the stands, wearing a pleased smile, is the one and only Smedley Darlington Butler, Major General, U. S. Marine Corps. You will find that the General has many more friends than enemies...
Because it is easier to fire a field of winter grass in the spring than it is to plow the stubble under, and because "burning off" brings sweet young grass for cows to eat, many a U. S. husbandman is responsible for brush blazes that sometimes sweep into forest fires. Spring burnings last week sent greedy flames licking through richly wooded areas in Virginia, the Carolinas, Georgia, eating up many a sawmill and farmhouse in their way, leaving charred dead acres in their wake. Virginia's Natural Bridge National Park lost 9,000 acres of timber; the Shenandoah National...
Compare most of those letters that appear, to the really intelligent one of Peter S. Ellis. However, I can add but little to your courageous comment below the letters. It is short, sweet, correct. My vote of thanks here for one magazine not afflicted with a Reform-Complex nor the ostrich tactics of some individuals...
Poet Hart Crane, young (31) but with greying hair, is native to Garrettsville, 0., son & heir to Candy Tycoon Clarence Crane. Hart Crane preferred poetry to business, went to Manhattan (1922), supported life by writing copy for J. Walter Thompson, Sweet's Architectural Catalog, others. In 1924, living in a house on Columbia Heights, Brooklyn, Poet Crane gazed at the Brooklyn Bridge, thought of writing a long Whitmanesque poem on the U. S. While he wrote it he moved about to Paterson, N. J., Isle of Pines (Cuba), Pasadena, Paris, Marseilles. Another book: White Buildings...
...more does ribald rendition of Sweet Adeline, born of beer, arrest our slumbers...