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...country's spirit must be written by a man with insight and sympathy, and, above all, long familiarity with his subject. W. H. Hudson lived in Patagonia as a child and knew the Pampas through and through, even if Guedalla does accuse him of making it a vast bird sanctuary. Lafcadio Hearn knew Japan in the same way. Mr. Guedalia understands the implications of the Monroe Doctrine. He is careful to point out the advantages of the Argentine's economic dependence on Great Britain, which is best strengthened by the indulgence of the beef eating Englishman. In fact...
Varying the action with musical interludes ranging from "Frankie and Johnnie" to "Only a Bird in a Gilded Cage," a clever cast mocks the dramatic genre of two generations ago in a superbly entertaining gem of burlesque. The play contains all the legendary characters of the old-time thriller, from the farmer's daughter to the Bowery tough, and all the legendary lines from the villain's "Curses! Foiled again!" to the heroine's "Lips that touch liquor shall never touch mine." Francis G. Cleveland, Wesley Boynton, Edward Massey, and Sally Fitzpatrick, perfectly attuned to their parts, carry the play...
...Animal thriller. Gifts: 32-page dog "autobiography" and a sample can of Bird-E-Ration...
...speed record, at Daytona Beach last year. They are sensations which, combined with the anticipation of an immediate and violent death, might seem unpleasant. Sir Malcolm Campbell minded them little enough to go again last month to Daytona Beach, with bigger Rolls-Royce engines than ever in his Blue Bird, to see how much faster he could go. Last week, after long waiting for wind and tides to make the beach sufficiently smooth and dry, he found...
...morning that he had the 2,500 h.p. Blue Bird towed to the end of the course, 40 yd. wide and nine miles long with the measured mile in the centre, the sand was still rough and strewn with shells. Sir Malcolm's left wrist, sprained on the gearshift in a 240-m.p.h. trial spin last fortnight, was still sore. A thin dangerous haze had not entirely disappeared when Sir Malcolm decided he could wait no longer...