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...miss anything, Dr. Cummins went to Philadelphia too last week. Among themselves the Anglo-Catholics chuckled: "The Archbishop of Poughkeepsie is here, with his Vicar General." Low-churchmen told one another that the Anglo-Catholics had four detectives on Dr. Cummins' trail. When Dr. Cummins returned to his pulpit, he scornfully ex ploded: "The question that confronts us is why do not these men, if honest, respond to the urge of their convictions and make their submission to Rome now. The Protestant Episcopal Church would be stronger without them...
...radio station in Gary, Ind. boomed out one night last week: "Here we are, folks, right on the scene of a gigantic man hunt. The troops are tramping through the field on the trail of the convicts. Listen closely, folks, listen to that deadly patter of lead." Bang! Bang! Bang...
...that point Kelly got rid of the expensive car, bought a smaller machine. He dyed his black hair yellow, gave his wife the red wig. The trail led to Des Moines and Omaha, with the Federal agents only a few hours behind. The agents guessed that the fugitives were heading for California. They set a trap at Reno. But Kelly doubled back. He continued to change cars, being careful never to use a stolen one. At the end of August Kelly was traced to Memphis, then to Chicago where the agents said "we came so close to getting him that...
...Club, President Henry B. Washburn, Jr. '33 announced at the first fall meeting last night in Lowell House common room, that a trip to the club cabin on Mt. Washington has been arranged for next Sunday. Those who take the trip will busy themselves with clearing a long ski-trail and building a shelter near the cabin for the supplies to be used this winter. Mountaineering trips, local rock-climbs, and skiing expeditions have been planned for nearly every week end throughout the year, as well as several club dinners and lectures...
After a week the deer had grown accustomed to being gaped at, was eating the sweet corn and drinking the water lowered daily from the cliff, sleeping on a bale of hay. Hemlock branches and moss were strewn across the five-foot-wide plank bridge, a trail of salt sprinkled across it as a lure. Park officials were deluged with rescue suggestions. One man wanted to put an opiate in the deer's water. Another suggested a jacklight to lure the buck across the bridge at night. A farmer offered to bring a flock of sheep, place them reassuringly...