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...Some hold that these trimmings make "Babbitt" more exhilarating. The original Babbitt-George F.-as created by Author Sinclair Lewis, possessed the following: Head-large, pink, heavy. Hair-brown, thin, dry. Nose-Sloping, blunt, heavy spectacle-dented. Chin-overfleshed, strong. Cheeks-pads. Hands-puffy, unroughened. Body-well-fed. Legs-thick. Feet-plump. Expression in slumber-babyish. Expression in thought-"gets things done." General expression - extremely married, prosperous. Clothes - standard, brown or gray; white piping in vest. (He would feel naked without fountain pen and silver pencil in vest pocket.) Neck-tie-purple knitted or tapestry with stringless brown harps among...
...triumphal oldtime open coach, stepped General of the Air Umberto Nobile (TIME, Aug. 2, SCIENCE), to be saluted and embraced in person by his swart Excellency, Benito Mussolini. Shortly, master and man appeared on the Chigi balcony, where Mussolini's jowls became suffused with blood, his muscular throat thick with emotion...
Grease, grease, grease. First a coat of lanolin, an eighth of an inch thick, then a coat of heavy grease. Gertrude Ederle, standing bare in the Hotel Sirene, Cape Gris Nez, France, shivered slightly and pressed her legs together. "Gee whiz, let's get started." Her sister, Margaret, dipped her hands once more in the grease pail. "Put your bathing suit on," she directed over her shoulder. More grease was applied to the strong stumpy body, clad now in a thin racing suit, cut away deeply under the arms. Gertrude Ederle (pronounced "Ed-er-ly") ran across the beach...
...editorial was duly printed. Everywhere in the midwest people read it and groaned for the passing of manhood, seduced by the perfumed ways of a cinema fop. Over a hotel breakfast tray a closely muscled man, whose sombre skin was clouded with talcum and whose thick wrists tinkled with a perpetual arpeggio of fine gold bangles, read the effusion with rapidly mounting fury. Then he (Rudolph Valentino) wrote out and mailed to the Chicago Tribune editor a formal note. He said that he infinitely regretted that American statutes made illegal the honorable and historic duello. But he felt happy...
...custom of a monthly magazine called The Mailbag (monthly; published in Cleveland; slogan, "All about direct-mail-advertising") to comment upon or reproduce advertisements which, in the Mailbag's judgement, have emitted a definite sparkle in the thick welter of advertisements-blatant and humble, proud and straining, prosaic and hysterico-lyrical-that fill the public prints. Lately, the Mailbag found a gem. It was in the American Mercury and it advertised that melange of outgrown modes and manners, The Mauve Decade by Thomas Beer (TIME, July 5, BOOKS), not only in the curlicued typefaces of 30 years...