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...shrewd axe-blow at the roots of an aging tree. Mandoa, an (imaginary') independent country to the west of Abyssinia, was complacently self-sufficient. Small, poor but proud, it was a nominal matriarchate actually ruled by a small male aristocracy, supposedly Christian but actually savage, subsisting on the slave trade. When a U.S. cinema company was stranded for a while on Mandoan territory Mandoans got their first exciting taste of civilization. Old-timers wanted no more of it. but a few progressives, led by smart San Talal, began to dream of modernizing Mandoa. Meantime in London careful young Maurice...
...Coming, Author Bradford has turned the trick: neatly sidestepping the hoodoo of black-face minstrel-showmanship and the voodoo of Harlem, he has written a grown-up novel about Negroes of the Old South. Grammy (full name: Telegram) knew that his daddy, Messenger, and his mother, Crimp, were superior slaves. He could not figure out why their master should have sent them from New Orleans way up to his plantation on the Red River-especially since Messenger was such a wonderful coachman and Crimp such a good cook. But when Crimp's baby came, and it was yellow, everybody...
...some great Hebrew or Chinese work which I feel I shall be able to render with the necessary degree of understanding." Said he: "I do not under stand the psychology or philosophy of the Frenchman, German or Italian. Their history has nothing in common with the history of my slave-ancestors. So I will not sing their music, nor the songs of their ancestors. . . . The trouble with the American Negro is that he has an inferiority complex. He fails to realize that he comes of a great ancestry linked with the great races of the Orient. . . . What he should...
...last of the philosophers. The intellectual flood departed, leaving behind it a rich and fruitful earth, but sweeping away the preeminence of the Brahmins. The God-fearing Bostonians who had listened piously to the great Unitarians and had contributed to the worthy from the stores laid up by their slave-trading, rum-running, bundling ancestors, were losing their grip. The day of the Copley-Plaza arrived, and with it cosmetics, and the knowledge that the world is large. Entertainment was a bit gayer, a bit grander, though never ostentatious. And every Back Bay Lass chosen for the Vincent Club looked...
...could find undergarments on one of his pretty waiter girls. Besides the dancehalls and saloons, Pacific Street and vicinity had its cheap "cow-yards" which were squalid honeycombs of harlots' cubicles and more expensive parlor houses. Pitiful, and far more shameful, were the Chinese cribs, filled with slave girls bought or kidnapped in China by agents of San Francisco dealers...