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...settings of Aline Bernstein, the devastating mimicry of Albert Carroll. "Cautious Cal" sits on a Vermont front porch industriously knitting and singing the praises of isolation. Indignant sex-actors revile District Attorney Banton and padlock censorship in gay lampoon. But over the whole proceedings hangs a dim pall of melancholy. For after the production runs its two weeks' course, the company will disband, the aspiring but indigent Neighborhood Playhouse closes its doors for the last time. Flatly dull and audaciously brilliant by turns, the revue is a gay finale to the life of the Neighborhood Playhouse...
Landlords v. Bootleggers. Landlords whose tenants violate the Prohibition Act may legally cancel leases of said tenants. Tenants so evicted may not have a jury trial on the issue. So, last week, ruled the U. S. Supreme Court in the case of James Duignan of New York against the Pall Mall Realty...
American Tobacco (Lucky Strike, Herbert Tareyton, Blue Boar, Lord Salisbury, Melachrino, Natural, Omar, Pall Mall, Sweet Caporal cigarets, Buckingham, Half & Half, Tuxedo, Bull Durham tobaccos) made net income of $22,499,648 last year...
...course the barons of the bluebook deserve a lot of sympathy. It really can't be much fun sitting at any desk for three hours in a row even with nothing but police duties for occupation. And the pleasure of watching other people work must pall after a while. Perhaps the college could print a cross word puzzle with each set of examinations to keep its representatives from restlessness, one that would take just a hundred and seventy-five minutes to solve so that there would still be time before the close of the examination for the traditional remark concerning...
Manhattan's Bowery is a slum of light and sweetness compared to London's drab East End. Mist from the Thames and smoke, soot-laden, wrap the long Limehouse streets in a depressing pall of grey. Vice in the East End is as commonplace as elsewhere, though perhaps a bit more furtively unclean. Yet East End squalor has its attractions for aristocrats. Smart Londoners go there occasionally, as do Manhattanites to Harlem's "Black Belt." Blue-blooded Socialists like Lady Cynthia Mosely, daughter of the late Marquess Curzon of Kedleston, dabble there in soapbox oratory.* Thither, for an escape from...