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Foils--Raney (H) def. Daley (Y), 5-2, Hinckley (Y), 5-0, and McKimmin (Y), 5-3; Frankmann (H) def. Hinckley (Y), 5-1; Sheldon (H) def. Hinckley, (Y), 5-1; McKimmin (Y) def. Frankmann (H), 5-4, and Sheldon, (H), 5-4; Dailey (Y) def. Frankmann (H), 5-4, and Sheldon...
...Houghteling '50, of Washington and Leverett House, appeared at the Council table as a regular member for the first time in place of Edric A. Weld, Jr. '46, who resigned his seat Friday, February 37. Last May's election returns placed Houghteling next in line after Weld. Patrick D. Dailey 50 resigned from the group because of academic pressures...
...Jayvee will probably take the floor with their regular starting five of Captain Dick Covey and Chuck Brynteson, guards; John Altrocchi and Bill Mobraaten or Pat Dailey, forwards; and Frank Lionette, center. HARVARD DARTMOUTH Rockwell f Campbell Gannon f Leede Prior c Field Brady g Coleman McCurdy g Sullivan
...story: a brash, rising bandmaster (Dan Dailey), the toast of the corn belt, marries a small-town girl (Jeanne Grain) and, just as he snags his first Manhattan date, collides with the '29 depression. He is proud; his wife is sensible. He tries to keep up a front; she knows that there is no front to keep up. When they retreat to her parents' home, he won't even get up mornings-much less lend a hand in supporting the family. After several reels of this sort of thing, everyone working on the picture evidently said...
Jeanne Grain has sensitive eyes, but she uses them with as little restraint as a ham singer's tremolo; her considerable charm needs good direction. All Dan Dailey needs is a good picture. Oscar Levant gets along all right, good show or bad, with his peculiar brand of vinegar. One obvious tip for those who make would-be "nostalgic" musical movies: the old arrangements for the old songs are fully as nostalgic as the melodies. Frequently the fancy new arrangements are terrible; always, they sabotage the nostalgia...