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Last week, Pierino walked briskly on to the stage of Paris' Palais de Chaillot, dressed in a Little Lord Fauntleroyish black velvet jacket, white lace collar, and short pants. The podium had been built up so nine-year-old Pierino could see all of the 70 musicians of the Association des Concerts Lamoureux. He conducted Schubert's Unfinished without a score, and handled it decisively. He was less certain in Beethoven's Fifth-the brasses got away from him in the finale. But he did well enough to touch off 20 minutes of cheers. Pierino took seven...
...roon to nudge the four-foot "blocks" from their great stacks into the river, and how to help sluice them through the dams with a pike pole. "Wish I had a soft job," the men sometimes yell at him when he comes by in his red and black checked jacket; but they laugh when they...
...pack of cigarettes, so he lit one and started to Widener, thinking vaguely of a book he'd been trying to get for three weeks; it was still on reserve for a fall term course, last time he'd tried. The sun was hot through his wool jacket, and the new grass was coming softly through the raked brown earth. The steps of Widener were wide and white, he thought, starting up--in all the years, though, he hadn't learned a satisfactory way to climb them. Too low, and yet to much set-back for two-at-a-time...
American mothers, a Philadelphia lady named Anna Jarvis reasoned some years back, are overworked and underpaid. They should be recognized, rewarded on one day a year. She took her idea to the florist around the corner who forwarded it to the national association of florists, candy merchants, and bed-jacket vendors in executive session in New York City. Mother's Day, an American Institution, was born. A public, which has proved to the greatest market in the world for "cards for all occasions," embroidered pillow-slips, and cut-rate telegraph platitudes has taken Mother's Day to its soft, fatuous...
...Windsor flung out of his suite in Manhattan's Waldorf Towers and up two flights to Baron Egmont van Zuylen van Nuyvelt's apartment. The Baron & friends, in a hot game of gin rummy, had overlooked a blaze in the bedroom. The visiting fireman (in dinner jacket, black tie) fell to "with a will for five minutes," it was reported, helped hotel employees drag a hose to the conflagration. Too late: the Baroness' $2,000 mink was just a pile of singed hair...