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Apart from First Prizeman Picasso, the jury could not be accused of playing Names in their awards. Exhibiting at Pittsburgh are such newsworthy names as Georges Braque, André Derain, Marie Laurencin, Kees Van Dongen, Rockwell Kent, Eugene Speicher, Horse-Painter A. J. Munnings, Dame Laura Knight, Dod Proctor, Art Theorist Roger Elliot Fry. Yet second prize went to one Alexander Brook of New York, third prize ($500) to Charles Dufresne of Paris. Since Picasso's portrait of his wife is not for sale, Artist Brook's still-life of a cat, three peaches, a begonia...
Last week while other agencies were wrangling with the Swedish government for release of the Andrée diary, Hearst-papers were full of the discoveries of Reporter Stubbendorff, now become "The Hearst-Dagens Nyheter Expedition...
...while they collected from the camp a sledge, oars, snowshoes, remnants of the balloon basket, boats, unopened food tins, ammunition, sleeping bag, instruments, clothing, a roll of exposed photograph film, a gold fruit knife, medicines, a white dress-cravat, etc. etc. Then they found a skull, probably that of Andrée.* But best of all they found Strindberg's diary...
...Tromsö the Swedish gunboat Svenskimd waited with the bodies of Andrée and Strindberg for the Isbjoern to arrive with Fraenkel's remains, when it would conduct all three to Stockholm...
...them are pretty. Antoinette, the leader, is too intelligent for her own happiness. Annonciade, essence of nonintellectual femininity, adores her. Suzon, Annonciade's younger sister, is a jealous little flapper with her eyes wide open. Alas for peace, three young men live near by. Two of them, André and Bertrand, are brothers, childhood friends of Antoinette's. But their guest Robert, bronzed, much-traveled civil engineer, is the rock on which feminine friendship is shattered. Realist Suzon, seeing she has no chance with Robert, contents herself with tantalizingly dangerous escapades with Bertrand, light of heart and tongue...