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...Last autumn Manhattan's New York Philharmonic-Symphony Society gave its $1,000 annual prize "for a major symphonic work by a U. S. composer" to blond-mustached David Van Vactor of Evanston, Ill. Last week Composer Van Vactor conducted his prize-winning Symphony in D at a Philharmonic concert in Carnegie Hall, a piece of sound musical grammar & syntax, with considerable Sibelius influence. Incidentally, it made critics wonder again at the complete anarchy of the music market. Sample prices paid other composers : Schubert for his song Die Post: 20?; Frank Silver, for his and Irving Conn...
...Blond, 39, Balkan-bearded, poker-faced, enthusiastic. Whit Burnett is a hypochondriac ex-newspaperman, formerly of Salt Lake City, Vienna and Majorca, now solidly repatriated and a leading godsend to U. S. short story writers whose stuff he publishes when all others refuse. He is also one of the few people who seem to be as fascinated by writers' doings as some are by the orbits of movie stars...
...represent U. S. opinion, would soon be cast into "oblivion." Apparently unaware how much that opinion has changed since the State Department last year apologized for Mayor LaGuardia's onslaught on the Führer as a "gangster," Germany's Foreign Office last week sent bland, blond Charge d'Affaires Thomsen to the State Department with a "sharply worded" demand for another apology...
Soap Dodger Pendleton, leader of the Scatterfield gang, was the junkman's son, a blond, dirty, resourceful brat who spat tobacco juice in the ink wells. He devised ingenious persecutions for teachers' pets and snitches and for most grownups except old German Lew, who gave the gang beer, and old Charlie Heston, a drunken, ironic ex-astronomer who rhapsodized over ugly, muddy Scatterfield, which he called the Roman Empire...
...world. His way led him from Poland to Philadelphia, Manhattan, London, Paris, Brussels, Australia, Hollywood. It frequently brought him into contact with police and prison keepers, and last week it led him into U. S. District Judge William Bondy's Manhattan courtroom. There three indictments were read to blond, buttery Albert Chaperau. Having heard himself charged with conspiracy, smuggling, faking a passport and fraudulently claiming U. S. citizenship, imperturbed Mr. Chaperau observed: "My past is not a phonograph record to be played over and over again...