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...last week when shots cracked out from sun-caked Matamoros, just across the broad Rio Grande from Brownsville, jumpy small-town Texan editors scare-headlined it as the expected Fascist revolt. When competent U. S. correspondents investigated they found no major revolt but a few Gold Shirts taking pot shots at police and Federal troops. After a day of skirmishing three Gold Shirts, one policeman, lay dead, 25 Gold Shirts were jailed. At dusk, Tamaulipas' Governor Marte R. Gómez took the Latin method of relieving tension. Alone, he strolled around the plaza at Matamoros...
...with a Viennese accent (Anton Walbrook), whose associations with 1) a maiden pure of heart (Renee Ray), 2) a fancy lady (Ruth Chatterton), and 3) a predatory stuffed shirt (Hugh Miller) leave Montmartre's half-world a better place to live in. The Rat was originally (1924) a pot-boiled play by England's Constance Collier and Ivor (Keep the Home Fires Burning) Novello. On the screen it is still the same lukewarm dish...
...Cooks$37.00 Butchers 32.00 General Cooks 30.00 Pantry Stewards 30.00 Vegetable Cooks 26.00 Kitchen Men 22.00 Short Order Cooks 20.00 Counter Men 20.00 Pot Washers 20.00 Store Men 20.00 Salad Men 20.00 Truckmen 17.00 Porters 17.00 Dish Men 17.00 Bus Boys 17.00 Waitresses 14.00 Pantry Women 14.00 Glass and Silver...
...rehearsal for the bout, love-smitten Joe, teaching Sadie a hammer lock, suddenly pressed his lips to hers, refused to go on with the match. Manager Ed was desperate till Noah (Daniel Boone Savage), Sadie's discarded hillbilly swain, started taking pot shots at the troupe with a squirrel gun. Bearded Noah leaped at a chance to crush Joe's bones in public, winner take Sadie. Ed sent Joe in to lose, reversed his instructions halfway through the match when Madison Square Garden wired an offer. But when the troupe left, Loser Noah was Garden-bound, Winner...
...both: It's no go the picture palace; it's no go the stadium, It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums. It's no go the Government grants, it's no go the elections, Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension. It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet; Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit. The glass is falling hour by hour, the glass will fall for ever...