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...humble hillmen were Andorrans with a grievance. Andorra is a tiny, ancient principality between France and Spain of which the two "Suzerains and Princes" are the Bishop of Urgel, (Spain) and the President of France. Although M. le President must often carelessly forget that he is a "Suzerain," it was as Prince of Andorra and successor to the authority of the Kings of France, that Gaston Doumergue received the hillmen last week...
...made big music. Long black hair, a sack coat, flowing black tie and shell bound spectacles-he was like a comic in a cinema until he sat down, cuddled his instrument under a great black arm and began to play. Then did the skeptics in the audience forget altogether the guitar of the barbershop ballads. Sor, Malats, Tarrega, Torroba, Grandaos, Albeniz and even a suite of the great Johann Sebastian Bach were played, with an amazing virtuosity and an infinite variety of tonal color. Some moments the music was bright, crackling like a harp's chord, then full, glowing...
...great show and I promised them every box in the house if they licked the Elis the next day. Whether they remembered this promise in the heat of the battle I don't know, but they won and that's all that mattered. They sure didn't forget me afterwards. They packed the house that night and George Owen made the chorines blush when he executed a high kick and shot the pigskin onto the stage. Between the acts they gave me this cute little thing-ama-gig," and the footlight star and wisecracker continued to twirl the little thing...
...ingenious arguments why "not" should be struck from the Seventh Commandment. Philip J. Q. Barry, able younger playwright, makes a happy marriage; all but breaks it when this irritating monosyllable is overemphasized. In the last, lithe moments of his comedy the man and wife decide presumably to forgive and forget...
...aghast in the grand manner, and the scenes are laid in such living-quarters as a villa in Fiesole, morning room in Mr. Farquhar's house, Park Avenue; the Duchess de Bercy's house, Avenue de Bois de Boulogne. All this is so fearful that one is apt to forget that an exceedingly fine company of actors is displaying a theatrically adroit and often moving play...