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...Swift "tanks" sped over the hills of Württemberg-they were really motor trucks. Huge "bombers" and darting "pursuit planes" soared aloft-they were only toy balloons towed by motorcyclists. Great "howitzers" and "field guns" rumbled past-they were made of wood. Finally 25,000 soldiers marched, skirmished and countermarched amid clouds of "poison gas"-the gas was a nonpoisonous chemical fog, the latest invention of German scientists. Thus the traditional autumn maneuvres of the German army took place last week with vivid realism, despite the disarming of Germany under the Treaty of Versailles...
...only eight or nine feet long, with skins no thicker than ordinary linoleum. Their necks were like fire-hose, ending in froggish heads. Their posteriors stuck out like a lizard's, into muscular tails. Their forelegs were futile flippers but astern were haunches like a bull ostrich, for swift, stooped running on webbed and clawed feet. Many of these creatures were vegetarians and some who grew to 18-and 20-foot lengths developed rounded bills, like a giant duck's, to fill their monstrous wrinkled paunches. Certain species, having laid in arsenals of teeth, were meateaters...
...correspondent, a regular contributor to the London Times. None knew better than he how busy the "international road," the press, is kept by the pagan deities in question. None knew better how Venus, having maddened or blessed some hot Italian poet, some Indian rajah or swart Turk, makes her swift progress from the harem or a Paris divorce court to U. S. breakfast tables. None knew better how religion might be jostled by Mammon, despatches from an ecumenical council vying for space with the details of a petroleum coup or soap king's testament. Mars, the god who more...
...Arrow-swift, a darting racing car swept over the Etruscan Appennines last week, scaled with a virile roar the heights of Monte Titano, swept into the Borgo of San Marino, oldest* and smallest† republic in the world. Behind, far behind, panted a lumbering caravan of limousines. Before they had scaled the nearly perpendicular republic, Signor Mussolini had leaped from his racer, received the respectful welcome of the two Capitani Reggenii (Regents) of San Marino. As the swaying limousines drew up, there clambered out, Signora Mussolini (Rachele Guidi), their daughter Edda, their sons Bruno and Vittorio. Round about stood...
Inspection! The Herr President did not stroll past the guardsmen, chatting with one of his ministers as a "civilian" would have done. Stopping before each soldier he inspected his equipment with a swift kindling glance. Upon one soldier whose right boot was but indifferently polished the President bestowed a curt rebuke, greeted with a smile and handshake three of his favorite guardsmen whom he found impeccable...