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Four days after the Tribune's splurge. 40 trainloads of Texans celebrated Texas Day at the Fair and attended a Texan production of Aida in Soldier Field. Like the Festival, the production of Aida also had an angel. Texas newspapers reported that it was music-loving Banker Melvin Alvah Traylor, who acquired his first banking job and his wife in Texas. But Banker Traylor denied this, did not attend the performance (he was out of town). Real sponsor of the production was wealthy Mrs. John Wesley Graham, head of the Texas Music Teachers Association. Said she: "I expect...
...FAULT OF ANGELS-Paul Horgan -Harper ($2.50). In spite of strong indications to the contrary, the U. S. still believes that Culture is a hot-house growth and can be fertilized with filthy lucre. When a tycoon turns angel and takes under his wing the perishable eggs of Art, many an ugly duckling, many a dubious chick, come squawking in to get a share of the pickings. The late Kodak tycoon, George Eastman, brooded to such good purpose that he hatched some fine, large eggs. In The Fault of Angels Author Horgan tells a story whose background is the Eastman...
...Henry, angel, will you get me just a little glass of orange juice. You're a sweet thing...
...children of Israel to pass dry of foot through the midst of the waters, and didst open for the three Magi a road to Thee by means of a Star, grant unto us, we beseech Thee, a journey prosperous and free from harm; that accompanied by Thy Holy Angel, we may arrive safely at our present destination and come at last to the port of eternal salvation, through Christ Our Lord, Amen...
Down to the footlights in a Los Angeles theatre stepped corpulent Baritone David L. Hutton, husband of Evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson Hutton, whom he is suing for divorce. He smirked to the audience: "I'm very glad to be back in the City of the Angels. You know, I married an angel." When he opened his mouth to sing, Whiz! went an egg hurled by a girl in the front row. Plop! a second egg spattered against the backdrop, dribbled down to the floor. Plop! Plop! Plop! Baritone Hutton lumbered off stage. As stage hands mopped up the eggs...