From a Lowell, Mass, admirer came prompt reaction in grave scrawl to Wendell Willkie's Lincoln Day address: "Dear Mr. Willkie, Your speech last night was very good. I heard my grandfather jump up and down. The poor cat and dog were scared stiff. In the afternoon I went out and slid with a tin pan. I am nine years old, and am in the fourth grade. Sincerely yours, Hilda Thompson."
Assembled in Tucson, Ariz, for their annual four-day powwow, 4,000 southwestern Indians held an especially big medicine council, puffed thoughtful pipes and from among...
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