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Backstage in "Sunny" land at the Colonial his life endangered by a maze of ropes, "props" and the frantic haste of Herculean property men constructing the "S. S. Triumphant", his wits distracted by the Eight Marilyn Miller Cocktails rushing from the spotlight to their respective dressing rooms and the thunderous applause of a Saturday makinee audience, a panicky. Crimson reporter tried to follow the witticisms of Jack Donahue, famous for his funny feet...
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...discussing the favorite colors of Mrs. Coolidge, President Coolidge's colds and indisposition, and such drivel is sickening. Also many of your brilliant ( ?) descriptions of world personages, governmental actions, scientific observations, and the like are evidently written by somebodies or nobodies who are anxious to get in the spotlight by using belittling descriptions, large and unfamiliar words, and other such silly devices. There are some good points in the magazine, also some excellent pieces of writing in spots, but the trivial and inconsequential are dwelt upon at such great length that they leave a bad taste...
...their talk ran on the "spectacle" Conductor Leopold Stokpwski had provided. Hoping, he said, to enhance the beauty of his music, and free the ear from distraction by the eye, he had hidden his orchestra in gloom (TIME, Oct. 18). But he had placed himself under a refulgent yellow spotlight. The latter, he explained, was a necessary evil. A conductor must be seen by his men. Unkind critics said that Dr. Stokowski had been bitten by the David Belasco show-off bug. The kindest ones declared that by making himself a cynosure, Dr. Stokowski had spoiled his hoped-for effect...
That mission has been fulfilled in many ways. I cannot in modesty outline the stops in a career that has carried me from obscurity to the glare of fame's spotlight, from which I have ceaselessly tried to shrink. But fame is fame, and I belong to my public after ail. When ever I cross the Yard with my dog, I can see that everyone knows who I am. I have me privacy any more but I rather like it. What would life be if we were all on the same plane? We must have our heroes. I've always...