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...Statesman and Nation's Sagittarius (Olga Katzin Miller) has written a dedication in verse ("Hedunit") to the hawk-nosed man in the deerstalker cap who "started a mania for singular cases, started a craving few addicts restrain, started a saga of amateur aces, whimsical, taciturn, dashing, urbane . . ." Holmes Addict Christopher Morley (see BOOKS), who helped found the Baker Street Irregulars in the U.S., contributed a satire on espionage in Washington and the atom bomb. Oldtime (80) shudder man Algernon Blackwood wrote a story of horror in a child's nursery that was reminiscent of The Turn...
British connoisseurs were appalled by the fakery (see cut). In a joint letter to the Times, Leigh Ashton, director of the Victoria' & Albert Museum, and other esthetes spluttered: "Reductio ad absurdum of the mania for the fake antique. These cars are ridiculous." Moaned the Manchester Guardian: "There are times when the British love of tradition seems not merely exaggerated but quite...
...jails. "For nine years I went to different prisons," she says, "taking him food and clean clothes. He likes to be tidy and neat." Now she is denied even that. No word comes to her from Nico himself and only a very occasional note from his Czech wife Mania to tell Erato that all is well with...
...writer, hopes that the great Matt Saxon (Robert Montgomery) will produce his play about Moliere. Saxon is ready and eager, but the process is not entirely simple. Saxon is a man of considerable charm, vitality and at least surface ability; but he is also something of a maniac. His mania is to charm, dominate and, if possible, destroy every person who falls within his spell. The little improvements he insists on disembowel Eric's play, and Eric himself is so helpless a victim of the charm that Mrs. Busch (nicely played by Susan Hayward) leaves...
...that they verge on mere blatancy; the old weaknesses have grown a hundred times their old size. The draftsmanship is becoming rigid and frigid in a kind of gift-shoppe stylization. The outbursts of pure energy, though more restrained than in The Three Caballeros, still seem touched with homicidal mania. Nearly every attempt at cuteness, sweetness, tenderness, sublimity, results in one or another kind of painful simper. There is a frequent, unscrupulous alternation between the dreamy shimmer and the bang on the snoot...