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...approximately 700-year-old original in Yucatan by Tulane's Frans Blom. Climax of the backward time flight is "A Million Years Ago." On a small rounded mountain a caveman and his woman crouch low while the horrid monsters of King Kong and The Lost World stomp & roar, waggle their heads, lash their tails. New York's Messmore & Damon, U. S. monopolists on the construction of mechanized monsters, have furnished two dinosaurs, a brontosaurus, a shovel-jawed elephant, a sabre-toothed tiger, a wooly rhinoceros and prehistoric specimens of gorilla, horse, giraffe, giant turtle...
...with complete concentration. He flees interminably before a lion which loses its teeth when it nips him. Mickey claps himself into the teeth and turns on the lion which flees abjectly, its toothless mouth a parched wrinkle. Mickey pursuing, champs the teeth ferociously, suddenly gives out a lion-like roar. Mickey is a mouse but he acts like a man. He has a sack-like hound and a cat. They and the incidental animals and things contrast with Mickey's seriousness, act with fantastic playfulness. A swarm of canary chicks will escape Mickey's cage, light in unison...
...stepped into the big station plaza a roar of "Banzai!" from 20,000 Japanese throats made his controlled face work, his toothbrush mustache jump up & down. The Emperor sent him a cask of sake (rice wine) and a case of fish, had him to luncheon at the Imperial Palace. To his countrymen Matsuoka's statements were a model for homecoming Japanese statesmen...
...from; she is there, bright flesh, smiling, unworried, absolute in the moment, against a gaudy background of boxes and labels, like some person in a novel. The streetcars pass, carrying people to no destination; they sit in the brightly lit rows of seats, staring out, they flicker above the roar of the car-wheels, and exist no further. Enchanted, the Vagabond strolls past shops and people, in the still lingering heat, enjoying the colors and smells unthinkingly, willessly...
...densely packed mob is steadily increasing in volume. There is a stir on the small balcony of the building at the extreme end of the plaza, a short, black-shirted, uniformed figure steps briskly to the balustrade, and the low hum swells instantly to a tumultuous roar which becomes ever louder as the minutes wear by. On the balcony the little man throws back his head, swings himself to and fro with both hands on the rail, rolls his eyes, and makes frightening grimaces. Gradually 1the tumult subsides, and Mussolini begins to speak...