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...Humph," growled "Uncle Joe." "What the hell is that...
...rhapsody, the smart, shifting jazz rhythms which followed. People were enthusiastic about the smooth, melodic middle theme which the Koussevitzky strings played superbly but Bostonians never really accept any new music without consulting one of two critical oracles, aged Philip Hale of the Boston Herald or H. T. ("Hell-to-Pay") Parker of the Transcript. Gnomelike Critic Parker thought "this Second Rhapsody seemed tempered and in degree de-natured by reflection and manipulation. It sounded over-often from the study-table and the piano-rack." Said Critic Hale: "The music has decided individuality, which, it is to be hoped...
...candle-lit surgery in London, Dr. Jekyll brews broth of Hell, gulps down his potation, and with many a phthisical cough turns into "Mr. 'Ide," the terror of Limehouse. In Germany, Bavarian merrymaking is stilled as Frankenstein's monster stalks abroad. And somewhere in the English countryside, Count Dracula pushes up his mouldering coffin-lid, flicks the gravedirt from his shoulders, and adjusts his cravat for a pleasant evening...
Mental Healers narrates the life-history, describes the practices of three such doctor-priests?the discoverers of Mesmerism, Christian Science, Psychoanalysis. Franz Anton Mesmer (1733-1814) started the snowball rolling with a bit of magnetized iron. In 1774 Maximilian Hell, astronomer of the Society of Jesus, fashioned a magnet which, on application, cured a lady's stomach trouble. Mesmer tried similar tricks with Hell magnets himself; to his amazement they worked. An enormous practice sprang up at Mesmer's Vienna home. Soon, however, he discovered that the magnet was unnecessary, that he could cure his patients by merely touching them...
...refused to see Miss Walsh (his comment: "The hell with her") ; but to the end he supplied a certain amount of drama of his own kind. He bade a friendly farewell to the warden whose broken wrist was in a sling. Said he: "Gee, I feel sorry for you." (The warden, for the first time in his twelve years administration, did not attend the execution.) He walked grinning to the chair, told one of the guards that one of the electrodes against his leg did not seem tight enough, and he died...