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...Cervantes classic. The producers had thrown out the musical jello which Composer Jules Massenet provided in his opera Don Quichotte, had commissioned new tunes from Jacques Ibert, able pupil of Maurice Ravel. George Wilhelm Pabst, exiled German Jew famed for his Kameradschaft, The Beggar's Opera and White Hell of Pitz Palu, was directing two versions, one in French, the other in English. In both versions Russian Basso Feodor Chaliapin was playing and singing the Caballero de la Triste Figura. He was getting $200,000. To look more like the lank old knight he had dieted and exercised...
...Lord Blesses the Bishop (by Hatcher Hughes; Glen W. McNaughton, producer). Professor Hughes of Columbia University won the 1924 Pulitzer Prize with Hell-bent for Heaven. The Professor's current opus is about a sophisticated artist who wants a baby, while his wife is only interested in amateur theatricals. The artist has the baby by an obliging French girl, an act which his wife takes with thoroughgoing good sportsmanship. Professor Hughes, in all probability, will not win the 1935 Pulitzer Prize with The Lord Blesses the Bishop...
...rear. Heavy jowl, thrust out and up like an iguana. Mouth curved judicially, lower lip protrudes. Eyes slanting with complicated puckers beneath, giving air of speculation rather than dissipation. Form lumbering, sits carelessly in comfort with wrinkled shoulders. Bright, direct look, the frank, clear gaze of craft. Clever as hell but so innocent. Tactful, charming, ingratiating. Urbane grin, fine stage presence. A grand old actor...
...should be of interest to every college student. Dealing frankly with the difficulties which beset newly-graduated college men, the plot is both thought-provoking and enlightening. Prominent among the members of the cast are Franchot Tone, Jean Muir, Margaret Lindsay, and Ann Dvorak. The companion feature will be "Hell in the Heavens," starring Richard Barthlemess...
...addressing Caelani quite formally, I said, "Your Excellency, you remember Mr. Belts who was with you in Alaska?" The Royal Italian Ambassador. God bless him, looked up with a start and with a beautiful smile exclaimed: "Why Bob Belts, you god-damned old son-of-a-bilch, where the hell did you come from?" And the Mayor, his eyes sticking out like organ stops, again whispered in my left ear: "God Almighty! I'm not afraid of this guy any more, he talks the same language...