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Last week Big Bill Hutcheson, bald, ruddy, bejowled and 77, summoned reporters to his fourth-floor offices in the yellow brick headquarters in Indianapolis. He met them in his shirt sleeves, and announced that he was feeling as fit as ever. But he could feel a few twinges that told him "old age is creeping up." Therefore, he had decided to give up the presidency he had occupied since 1915. Then, in a fitting climax to his roaring, dictatorial career, he announced the founding of U.S. labor's first big-time dynasty. His successor: son Maurice Hutcheson...
...thing in Caesar and Cleopatra, the central thing for Cleopatra herself. The musing middle-aged stranger she addresses, between the paws of the Sphinx, as "Old gentleman," keeps her his doting pupil in queenship, but will not risk his heart. A Roman eagle Caesar is, but like the eagle, bald, and wearing a laurel wreath as a toupee. He is in any case beyond wearing laurel wreaths for show; he knows too well that the only true conqueror is the conqueror worm. Caesar is that type that always fascinated Shaw, the successful man of action. And Shaw molded Caesar nearer...
Hollywood noted with passing interest a sharp example of the vagaries of fame & fortune. Thirty-one years ago Jackie Coogan, a big-eyed youngster in a floppy cap, shot to stardom in Charlie Chaplin's first feature-length picture, The Kid. Last week, bald, broke and all but forgotten, Coogan, 37, took what he could get in the way of a film job: a cowboy character part in a grade B western. Chaplin, now rich, white-haired, often mated (to four wives) and much berated (for his pinko leanings), announced that he had played the part of the Tramp...
...days before anybody noticed in the background of The Beheading a strangely familiar bald head, crowned by a dove. Sure enough, it was Pablo Picasso. With closer attention, experts also spotted Salvador Dali in the patent-leather hat of a civil guardsman...
...read with disgust Hal Roach Jr.'s assessment of American intelligence. He makes a bald statement that the average televiewer has an even lower I.Q. than the moviegoer [TIME, Oct. 29]. It seems to me that he indicts himself and his staff. I take it Mr. Roach and his kind will continue to press the national I.Q. still lower, to satisfy a sponsor's demand...