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...eyes bulge, great arms glide around his chest, like brewers' clamps over a beer keg. Just as the initiant feels like the inflated frog of Aesop's fairy tale, the great arms squeeze; the victim drops heavily, rendered unconscious by muscular anesthesia. This initiation "stunt," Professor Arno Benedict Luckhardt of the University of Chicago reminded the Academy, is dangerous to a person with a weak heart. The sudden compression of the chest when the lungs are fully inflated checks the flow of blood, produces a sudden fall in blood pressure, followed by a rapid reaction high above the normal...
...such people the exalted declaration at Stony Brook last week were confirmations of their hopes; the statement of Dr. Arno Clemens Gaebelein of Mt. Vernon, N. Y., editor since 1894 of Our Hope, a religious magazine, was a fact. Said he: "The second coming of Christ is near. Christ's return will be forecast by a figure sitting on a cloud with something similar to a sickle in his hand. The cloud will flush with a glorious light, then Christ is to come and all the holy angels will come with...
Married. Peter Arno, illustrator for the New Yorker, originator of the "Whoops Sisters,'' to Miss Lois Long ("Lipstick"), also of the New Yorker; near Stamford, Conn...
...ready to send an arrwo into the centaur. He is a nude athlete with intense 'tactile value,' the whole figure having the tension of a steel spring strained to the limit. The very extensive landscape which is dominated by the winding river, represents a view of the Arno valley closed in by high mountains. The city in the middle distance is evidently meant to represent Florence, and some of the characteristic buildings, like the Duomo and the Campanile, are perfectly distinguishable. The landscape has a drark brownish tone, in which the river appears as a light winding path...
...book form they are not quite so funny. Artist Peter Arno created them with so few strokes of his charcoal and such a rare vein of middle-aged-female innuendo, that their gusto seems stifled when, located in a charity home, with a zither player, a retired fireman, an orphan oaf called Fester, a man with an elephant, and a Park Avenue dowager for companions, they become heroines of a story of which the dizziness does not compensate for the length. The upshot of the story is that Mrs. Flusser inherits $20,000,000 and the old gals pack...