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...French farmers clustered in the cornfield, waiting for the show to begin. A bottle of wine protruded from the hip pocket of one, a long loaf of bread from another. Professor Jay C. Hackleman, a University of Illinois agronomist on loan to the Mutual Security Agency, mounted the corn wagon. "Where's Elmer?" somebody whispered. In a moment Elmer Carlson, 43, a bronzed, strapping Iowa farmer and onetime U.S. national cornhusking champion, was found-on hands & knees inspecting a newfangled carbide scarecrow. Looking like a miniature 75-mm. cannon and operating on the same principle as a flash buoy...
...William Storey told them he was waiting for a fellow officer who was serving a summons. The pair did not leave, so Storey drove them to Fresh Pond and told them to get out. When they asked him to take them back to the College, he called the paddie wagon which took them to the Cambridge police station. They were detained by the police for four hours...
...intervals, during the unfolding of this blood-brother plot, there are some red-blooded cavalry charges, Indian attacks, wild-horse chases and assorted ambushes. There is even a scene-a wagon loaded with dynamite being shoved over a cliff-that is almost as old as horse opera...
...John Jacob Astor, he became a British subject when his father was naturalized in 1899, later married tart-tongued Nancy Witcher Langhorne of Greenwood, Va., who became the first woman to sit in the House of Commons (1919-45). Said he: "When I married Nancy, I hitched my wagon to a star; when she got into the House of Commons, I found I had hitched my wagon to a sort of V-2 rocket." Because the Cliveden estate was once a popular meeting place for British politicians and foreign diplomats (the "Cliveden Set"), the Astors were widely criticized...
...barriers were down and the paddy wagon gone, and they had folded up the band's chairs and stacked them in front of Cabit's Pharmacy. The streetlights went on, and traffic began to move along Broadway again. The woman in the gray coat took her Saturday Evening Post pages and folded them carefully into her handbag. "Didn't she have a nice smile? She looked so proud of him. And weren't those children darling? They didn't move once while he was talking." She smiled and pointed to her handbag. "It's too bad they had to rush...