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...like the animals. I can feel the future as it approaches. Some instinct guides and warns me. My blood speaks! I must listen to my blood." Thus Signor Mussolini is wont to explain the promptings of his extraordinary political intuition- promptings which he has ever translated into action with disconcerting speed. Last week these sanguinary omens may be presumed to have fired his brain afresh. While most Italians slept he harangued a meeting of all but one of his ministers. By morning a sheaf of Cabinet decrees were issued which bade fair to alter the whole course of daily life...
Last week License sported, as is her wont every June, on her favorite bank of the Seine, the left one. All one afternoon the cafés and bars along the Boulevard de Montparnasse filled slowly with semi-nude men and women, daubed and stained, and greasepainted brown, black, crimson, orange, vermilion, blue and green, with headdresses, beads and anklets intended to indicate that they were Aztecs of ancient Mexico. They were students, and eager friends* of students, and joyful models of students at the Academie des Beaux Arts. The year's work was over and preparations were...
...contralto in Minneapolis were many sharp- seeing critics of pugilism. They were not always sure of the correct moment to applaud, but when they got the "tip" from others, they joined raucously in the hand-slapping. They did not "razz" as was their wont when displeased at prize fights. They were the former pals and admirers of Billy Miske, deceased pug, whose widow has assumed concert singing as her mode of breadwinning. Miske made a fortune in the ring, lost it in investments...
Beside a bend in the Smoky Hill River, near Sharon Springs, Kan., a white cow observed one of last week's sunrises, ruminatively as was her wont. But she never finished that morning's cud. At 7 o'clock the ground yawned beneath her with a rumbling roar and she was swallowed up, with a section of her pasture, into the bowels of the earth. That at least was what people thought had happened...
...slogan of the convention was GOODWILL, a word which had been thought up by the directors of the association. They knew that their fellow members understand as well as any merchants in the U. S. the meaning of that fine phrase, and the dry-goods men, as is their wont, responded heartily. Many were the delighted slaps and winks, the chewed cigars, the roguish stories passed from lip to lip amid shouts of, "Brother, you surely made a sale with that one" . . . "Let me tell you a red-hot one" . . . "Now down south they say" . . . "The one about...