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Like most modern satirists, Artist Citron is shrewd enough not to omit herself. A picture of a broad-beamed young woman sprawled on a stool and scowling at a drawing board is supposed to be a self-portrait. Minna Citron is actually much better looking. She was born Minna Wright of Newark, N. J. Henry Citron, to whom she has been married 18 years, is a Brooklyn paper box manufacturer...
...impersonated by big-eyed, golden-haired Actress Helen Chandler, Angela Shale is a young woman who looks like an angel out of Heaven, but generally acts like the most mischievous little shrew who ever sat on a ducking stool. By tears, coquetry, wheedling, imprecations, she is bound and determined to make her husband sell his electrical invention to the power trust, accept a steady job and settle down in an all-electric house in the suburbs. Alternately dazzled by his wife's charm and enraged by her breezy feminine sophistry, Dick Shale (Bramwell Fletcher) is equally determined to exploit...
...well-authenticated account, is Dr-Marie Charlotte deGolier Davenport, perennial lecturer on How to Keep Happy, who boarded a train in Philadelphia, stepped spryly off in Manhattan. Unperturbed by the fact that she had no money, Dr. Davenport made herself at home on a piano stool in the sitting room of the Travelers Aid Society. When newshawks arrived, she spun around on the stool to play a tune called "Dance of London" which she had composed that morning. Then up she jumped, threw a kiss toward the ceiling, cried: "I'm in a different world when you people...
...others in wheel chairs-Whitehousekeeper Nesbitt hastily ordered more dishes brought up, telephoned caterers for more paper napkins, ham, potato salad, buns, pickles, coffee, ice cream. In the East Room the great gold piano, suitably covered, was used as a serving table for angel cake. Mrs. Roosevelt carried a stool into the State Dining Room, mounted it and told the gathering: "I have been very much encouraged by the number of acceptances. . . ." Then she carried it into the East Room and addressed the throng there: "... I was not so sure a year and a half ago so many...
...amazing prodigy appeared in a white dress with tucked sleeves and red velvet bows on both her shoulders.* She made her jerky little bow, hopped up on the piano stool, stretched for the pedals and sturdily began Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Her tone was clear and singing, her energy heroic as she swept into the Presto Agitato. To Mozart's A Major Sonata she brought little grace. But for most of the afternoon young Ruth was in might-&-main mood, sweeping the keyboard with glittering arpeggios, pounding out tremendous chords. Knowing that she usually likes to keep...