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...latest from the table and settle back. "Wedding on June 3. Americans at Chateau de Cande". And on and on, column after column without end. Pictures, too. "The Duke and his finance strolling in the chateau garden. Mrs. Warfield's dark Buick riding through the countryside." To Hell with it all. Let's have a book, something good, something old. Out of the bookcase the thick, leather-bound Shakespeare. Flipping the pages, one by one, dozen by dozen. Macbeth, no, gloomy. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Who ever heard of them? Richard II, ah, good enough...
This unoriginal story has the triple virtues of constant great singing, excellent performance by a cast of comparative unknowns and superb photography by Hans Schneeberger (White Hell of Pitz Palu). Tenor Gigli's complete lack of the customary brand of Hollywood pulchritude is no loss. The compassionate dignity of his acting plus the honey of his voice should restore him to his oldtime U. S. popularity...
...Texas he noted that most citizens seemed satisfied to stay there in spite of one who declaimed: "If they gave me hell and Texas, I'd rent out Texas and live in hell." Oklahoma was one long dust storm. He felt he could not improve on the seventh-grade essayist who wrote: "Dust, that terrible word dust, when we hear the word our mind turns to thinking of coughing, choking particles that come from somewhere to make our days unpleasant. . . . One thing we can be proud of United States dust storms are the latest thing...
...Cleveland's Terminals Building in 1927, blunt, outspoken Mr. Bradley was asked to supervise activities. He moved his office from the Union Trust Co. to the site of the excavation. Asked by newshawks what his plans were, Charles Bradley replied: "First thing we'll do is raise hell." The building was completed in record time. Last week at Mr. Young's apartment, Mr. Bradley avowed that he would rather talk about golf than raising hell...
Last week the ice went out of the Littlefork River in northern Minnesota with a great rush, playing hell with International Lumber Co. Most years it would make little difference to International whether or not the Littlefork rose 26 feet in a few days. It did this spring because for about ten miles the Littlefork was a river of logs. Piled on its ice all winter by 600 lumberjacks were 11,000,000 feet of white and norway pine destined for the company's lumber mills at International Falls, near where the Littlefork enters the Rainy River. If flood...