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...position and public interest therein, Fala can hardly be held accountable for his birthday goings-on. Moreover, he did not eat the cake: after sticking his paws in it and taking a couple of bites, Fala was hustled off by a stern Secret Service man to his kitchen bone...
...than herself. She fed him. "He had fed stooping over the food on the bench, eating very much in the manner of a ravenous animal. . . . Now he lifted his head, and Frossia saw a face as flawlessly chiseled as any she had ever imagined, skin and muscle clothing perfect bone work of chin, cheek and forehead. The straight thin nose, the large sherry-colored eyes ... all suggested breeding. Yet the mouth hung loosely, the eyes were twin pools of despair, and now that they were looking at her, something like a sneer crept into them...
...Monte Carlo last week death came to the most famous woman composer who ever lived. Frail, white-haired, 86-year-old Cécile Louise Stéphanie Chaminade had been bedridden with a bone disease for more than a decade. Deprived of her royalties by the German occupation (her Jewish publishers in Paris had been liquidated), she died in comparative obscurity. The era that her fragile, saccharine little piano pieces (most famed: The Scarf Dance) represented had long since closed. Hers had been the age of rubber plants, stereoscopic views, and parlor trances over Ethelbert Kevin...
...cinema does give is the story of a simple man who wavered and whirled like a weather vane in the crossed winds of his time. He liked the Indians but killed scads of them, loved the plains but did more than any one man to turn them into a bone yard. As the picture also shows, he deeply suspected the East, as represented by his wife and by railroad capitalists, and made difficulties for himself by telling off the latter in favor of the Indians. And at length he recouped his fortunes by diluting into showmanship the curious honest grandeur...
...birthday last week. Franklin Roosevelt's Fala, his eyes hidden under a mass of black hair, received photographers on the south lawn of the White House, sniffed nonchalantly at cake with white and lavender frosting and four candles. For supper he had an extra bone...