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...Cake Batter. Nobody was working any harder to do it than Hearstling Pro Tern Fannie Hurst. Novelist Hurst, 60, wore a life-sized enamel calla lily, a jade ring as big as a crow's egg, and a jade-and-gold bracelet so heavy that she had to take it off to type her stories. Her journalistic style was equally flamboyant. She mixed metaphors as vigorously as a housewife mixing cake batter: "Even more than the cloak-and-dagger, who-done-it crime of 'grand passion,' the motives here involved strike, straight as the crow flies, into...
Your comparison of "wedding-cake modern" skyscrapers to the Babylonian ziggurat [TIME, Jan. 23] is most apt. For the ziggurat was none other than the Tower of Babel, a culture center for men intent on creating a world unified without God. Babylon the Great marches on: "Alas, alas, that great city . . ." (Revelation...
...ziggurat served remarkably well its purpose of being a man-made hill on a marshy, level plain, from which the astronomer-priest made his observations. Today's architectural "wedding-cake" in its own stead serves with keen acuteness the need of providing today's businessman with the area necessary for conducting his affairs ... At the end of the day he is vomited out; scurries into the holes provided in the sidewalk, and is not seen until the next morning...
...youth." Pope Pius XII sent his apostolic benediction. From the speaker's table in a ballroom of Manhattan's Ritz-Carlton Hotel last week, Bruno Walter, Dimitri Mitropoulos, Georges Enesco, Nathan Milstein and Jennie Tourel all rose to add their tributes to the refrain. Finally a towered cake with 75 candles was carried in. While more than 400 guests stood and applauded and a string ensemble played his own Liebesfreud, white-haired old Violinist Fritz Kreisler got to his feet to blow out the candles...
...Four-Chambered Heart is just about as silly as this sounds. It piles a mountainous icing of surrealist imagery and rubbery aphorisms on a little cake of plot no bigger than a thumb. The plot: Range's psychopathic wife fakes illness to keep her weak-willed husband away from Djuna's barge; eventually she brings both of them under her spell and has them waiting on her hand & foot. Despairing Djuna decides to sink herself, lover, barge and all. At the last minute she changes her mind and dives into a dot-studded, six-page stream of consciousness...