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...learn the trick from copyists of Flemish and Italian primitives. A Maxfield Parrish sky starts with a wash of thin plaster on a prepared board, followed by a coat of pure ultramarine blue. Successive layers of transparent blue glazes are put on with such finicky care that no brush strokes are ever visible...
Much of the speech in which officially Mephistophelean Sam proceeded to defend himself was hard-hitting, fact-marshaling and perhaps gave the lead to the future Ethiopian policy of Britain (see p. 10). Its climax came in a passage which caused Orator Hoare to brush the tears from his eyes while additional tears welled in the eyes of Peaceman Chamberlain and many another M. P. The passage: "I ask myself, looking back, whether I have a guilty conscience or whether my conscience is clear. I say with all humility to the House that my conscience is clear...
...regime at Peiping with every trapping of intellectual subtlety and elegance. Today Chinese students have less use for either than they had in the days when Wu Pei-fu was mastering scholarship and the composition of fragile poems on expensive paper with a jade-handled ink brush...
...world which pleased him more than the comical antics in The Barber of Seville. He beamed at Tito Schipa as the love-smitten Count, at Ezio Pinza as the crafty music-master, at Louis D'Angelo as the doddering old doctor, at Richard Bonelli who flourished razor and brush with the ease of a professional. The little Italian barber had reason to be pleased that night. In the company of such experienced singers his 22-year-old daughter was making her début, not in a minor rôle, but as Rosina, the Barber's sprightly...
...Angeles district last week at 65 m.p.h., it toppled oil derricks, flattened orchards, roiled the harbor until shipping ceased, caused wide damage. Then came the fire. Started apparently by fallen power-lines, blazes flickered up in the night on three broad fronts, spread out through the dry, brush-matted hills of Altadena, Capistrano, Malibu. Soon the tawny, tumbled country on all sides of Los Angeles was a mass of crackling flame. Beneath huge billows of smoke, it sprinted across the arid hills, licking up bungalows threatening oil depots, stealing down lush valleys to frizzle acres of fruit...