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Photo of Rudolph Valentino

Valentino’s Native Village in Mourning, But Elders Hold His Example Was Bad

CASTELLANETA. Province of Turanto, Italy, August 25.—This village, where Rudolph Valentino was born 31 years ago, today is in mourning.

When a newspaper from the neighboring city of Bari arrived in the village about sunset on Monday, it was glanced at by a group of sleepy card players who were sipping beer. Some one saw the bulletin announcing Valentino’s death. The card game was forgotten.

“Nostro Rudolfo morto!” they exclaimed.

Picture of a zeppelin

Dirigible To Be Master Of Skies

Lt. Com. Rosendahl Predicts Giant Airships For Travelers

INVULNERABLE IN WARS

Present Experiments But Leading Up To This, He Says—European Trip in Three Days, Is One of His Predictions.

Lakehurst, N. J., Aug. 24 (AP)—The navy dirigible Los Angeles is, in effect, a 700 foot test tube with which aviators-scientists are conducting experiments looking toward eventual complete conquest of the air by man.

Sketch of Hucknall church as it appeared in 1842

Nooks And Corners Of Old England – Hucknall Torkard Church

The unpretending structure of which we this week present a view of to our friends, is rendered sacred by being the depository of the remains of that transcendant genius and poet—Byron. From Moore’s “Life of Byron,” we find that, “It was on Friday, the 16th of July, 1824, that in the small village church of Hucknall, the last duties were paid to the remains of Byron, by depositing them close to those of his mother in the family vault. Exactly on the same day of the same month in the preceding year, Byron said despondingly, to Count Gamba, ‘Where shall we be in another year?’ The gentleman to whom this foreboding speech was addressed, paid a visit some months after the interment to Hucknall, and was struck on approaching the village, by the strong likeness it seemed to bear to his lost friend’s melancholy death place, Missolonghi.”