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...same place twice, but always within a well-defined perimeter so that by taking cross-bearings, police had a reasonably good idea that he was living in or near The Bronx. The toxicologist also found that the bills had a musty smell, guessed that they were being kept underground...
...Oceanside, L. I., Herbert Hannigan crawled into a concrete vault eight feet underground, lay there 72 days, set a new world's record, crawled out to be a hero. Waiting for him were 2,000 spectators and a police detective. The spectators surged through the ropes, forgot to pay their 25? fees, left Herbert Hannigan in debt for his burial expenses. Up stepped the detective with an old larceny warrant to take Herbert Hannigan to jail...
...year-old Author Johnson of her first novel: "I wanted to give a beautiful and yet not incongruous form to the ordinary living of life-to write . . . poetry with its feet on the ground. . . . I have tried to show things as they are, but to show more also: the underground part of life that is unseen, and the richness which, though visible, is not noticed." Plain readers may find the ground a little flat, the poetry a little uncertain of its feet, but they will give Author Johnson high marks for an ambitious effort. More cynical critics will rate...
They were all glad to leave Noirmoutier but they found Ile d'Yeu worse: their quarters were underground, insanitary, overcrowded, their bodies weaker, their spirits lower. Homosexuality grew to such an extent that one of the most outstanding perverts, who played the feminine lead in their amateur shows, was treated respectfully as a real woman, ''achieved the creation of a sort of salon." When one day the prisoners saw the U. S. fleet steaming past their island, they knew the War was lost. But they still had many weary months to wait. When Ex-Prisoner Kuncz finally got back...
...pair of shoulders. Twelve minutes from the South Station, said the Rollo Book, in the misty past when the Vagabond made his first trip to Cambridge. As inaccurate as the catalogue estimates of laboratory hours. Twelve minutes to find the subway steps from the train concourse and twelve more underground totalled twenty-four. Then there were the fourteen minutes consumed by the taxi driver in taking the Vagabond from Harvard Square to Smith Halls (obs.) via Shady Hill. Total, thirty-eight minute. Thirty-eight. Nineteen hundred thirty eight, class of. Incredible...