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Last week theaters were open until ten, packing their houses with Chu Chin Chow,* Hello, America, Noel Coward's Blithe Spirit, the Russian opera and ballet-altogether ten musical shows, six plays. Patrons could go home to clean, comfortable shelters or into tubes accom modating 20 millions. Cabbies were thankful for a sixpence. Hotel lounges brightened at the reappearance of formal gowns, mink and ermine wraps. The Queen and Princesses Christmas-shopped at Fortnum & Mason's. The emu was content...
...YORK--After five round of deliberate stalking, heavyweight Joe Louis exploded a straight right punch on Lou Nova's chin that blasted the California challenger's dreams and readled him for the technical knockout that came one second before the end of the sixth round in their title fight at the Polo Grounds tonight...
...week for New Jersey bosses, Atlantic County's Republican Boss Enoch ("Nucky") Lewis Johnson took it on the double chin. Long a shameless devourer of graft, showgirls & champagne, Boss Johnson stood before a Federal bar, smiled blandly when a jury foreman said: "Not Guilty." Second later, Nucky's tough face turned an unbecoming yellow at: "Guilty!" and "Guilty!" He had been convicted of cheating the Government out of taxes on $124,800 in '36 and '37. He had escaped conviction on a charge of doing the same thing in '35. Useful witnesses: operators...
...songs were recorded in Manhattan by a Netherlands-born fighter in the Spanish Civil War, Bart van der Schelling. He wears his chin in a brace, is called "official singer" for the U.S. survivors of the International Brigades of the Loyalists. Singer van der Schelling is backed by an "Exiles Chorus" directed by Earl Robinson (Ballad for Americans). Some of the songs-the Spanish Joven Guardia, the Italian Guardia Rossa, the German Thaelmann-Bataillon, the French Au Devant de la Vie (music by Soviet Composer Dmitri Shostakovich)-were composed during the Spanish War. Most of them are in rough, plodding...
...Hell," griped a Marine captain with a chin like a dornick, "he's lit up like a new saloon." The light blinked out. Three miles out, Marines of the Fifth Regiment, roused from their crowded bunks, were piling over the side into pitching beach boats, settling their combat packs, fixing bayonets as they squatted down. An hour after the light had blinked its message, the muted roar of 1,500-horsepower engines overtoned the growl of the waves. The boats were in the surf; men with their rifles held high piled into the water...