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...Archbishop of Canterbury was yachting on the luxurious Corsair with Multi-Millionaire Morgan, reminded me of the late Bishop Brent, of New York State, and a different scene. I was with Major General Henry C. Corbin on the Benguet road going from Baguio to Manila in an army (Doherty) wagon. At noon we outspanned for luncheon. Smoking in the shade after chicken and ham and iced wine, we descried an ass coming up the steep ascent with a dusty figure of a man plodding beside the beast. "Those squaw men disgrace America in the Philippines," said the General. "Hundreds...
...Moines police appeared after a while, dispersed the riotous students. Guarded in a police wagon. Dr. Shields and Secretary-Treasurer Rebman were carried to the safety of a precinct police station. There Dr. Shields admitted he knew not what he would do next...
...Blank Cartridge." The subject matter of the Hearst statement seemed to explain why its author had hitched his wagon to the distinguished Kansas City Star. Publisher Hearst felt deeply that "We Need Laws We Can Respect." He also realized that people, whether they think or not, are most likely to respect public statements when they read them in a newspaper they can respect. Mr. Hearst's own press is historically, incurably "yellow...
...Holy Roman Empire (now, roughly, Germany, the Netherlands, Spain, pieces of Italy) both were rich, more populous than England with its three million people. He played them off against each other so that they were often seeking England's aid. He launched a new church and designed a wagon to grind corn while it rolled along. He built up the navy, encouraged business, absorbed Wales, pacified (for a few moments) Ireland, weakened hostile Scotland, played the flute, started a book, jousted in the tiltyard, began the great English age that was to be called Elizabethan...
...patrol wagon growled up West 18th Street, Manhattan, last week and stopped back of St. Francis Xavier's parochial school. Pupils crowded to the windows and watched patrolmen enter the semi-basement of No. 46, a brownstone house. Soon appeared a dozen agitated women. Some carried infants. Then six more women with strained, angry faces walked out of the door. Policemen with wastepaper baskets full of surgical instruments, rubber devices and index cards in their arms, herded the six women into the patrol wagon. The wagon smelled horribly. The women sat down on its benches. Policemen posted themselves...