There was a news clipping there with a photo of a magnificent American elm, which had just been named the champion for its species, the largest of its kind.
Pro football training camp means different things to different people. . . . [T]he printed schedule runs from wake-up call at 7 A.M. to bed check at 11 P.M.
“Omigosh,” I gasped, unladylikely.
In Foochow one of the presses and a font of Romanized type were transferred to Hinghwa, “for greater convenience in publishing literature in the Hinghwa dialect, as no one trained to read that proof could be found in Foochow,” and the day of special delivery and airmail had not yet arrived.
