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Beards & Matches. In the afternoons, he prowled around the base, dressed in a tan slack suit whose rayon trousers bore a conspicuous patch. Evenings, there was "paper work" (poker) in the commandant's white, jalousied house which serves as the Little White House. By 10 o'clock Harry Truman was in bed. Clark Clifford, who padded around barefoot sporting a three-day beachcomber's beard, explained contentedly, "We're getting more fun out of just sitting. My feet are getting so tough I can light a match on them...
...evening of July 27, 1941, a skinny, sickly civilian clambered aboard a PBY Catalina at Invergordon, Scotland. His correct, grey Homburg hat bore the initials of Britain's wartime Prime Minister. The pasty-faced passenger had no official title: he was going to Moscow to see Marshal Joseph Stalin as the personal emissary of the President of the U.S. In fact, the trip was the thin man's own idea. But President Roosevelt had given Harry Hopkins his blessing, and Winston Churchill had given him his hat, when Hopkins lost...
Faustus will be considered a masterpiece by some, a bore by many. A good deal of it reads like Mann's heaviest formal essays. To those who look for it, however, the book offers a masterful explanation of those sides of the German character that welcomed Hitler. Most readers will see a symbolic parallel between Adrian's bargain with the Devil and Germany's similar sellout...
...awesome father-of-his-country whose chilly shade rises from the five massive volumes of Chief Justice John Marshall. There have been at least 54 other Washington biographies, most of them rewrites, but their net effect has been to make a great man something of a national bore. Paragons rarely make sympathetic heroes, and to most U.S. youngsters Feb. 22 is a wintry day that celebrates a wintry figure...
Time for Elizabeth (by Norman Krasna & Groucho Marx; produced by Russell Lewis & Howard Young) was a tin-and-cardboard comedy which was meant to be box office but turned out to be a bore. Closing after eight performances, it showed little of what its collaborators are best known for: Groucho Marx, as playwright, lacked the divine madness he displays as a performer; while the smooth Krasnagraph that reeled off Dear Ruth and John Loves Mary badly needed oiling...