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...Seymour Weiss, the bald, polite $15-a-week shoe salesman of 1924, the $25-a-week Roosevelt Hotel barbershop manager of 1925, has been immensely' wealthy and powerful since he polished up Huey Long's manners in 1927, taught him to play golf and enjoy himself in night clubs. Weiss became pressagent for the Roosevelt Hotel the same year, gave bounding Huey and his bodyguards a free suite of rooms for the publicity, has harvested ever since from that...
...neighborhood around New York City is haunted by a big black nightmare: the possibility that one day someone with a name like "Wonderful Peace" or "Beautiful Sweet" will appear in the district, lay cash on the line for a nice piece of property. Then followers of Harlem's bald, black, mousy Rev. Major J. ("Father") Divine will move in. For parts of Yonkers and New Rochelle, N. Y. this nightmare came true this spring and summer...
Arthur Koestler, expatriate German journalist, retells the gladiators' story in an ironical novel which deftly suggests the case of modern Germany, less deftly suggests comparison with the historical novels of Robert Graves (I, Claudius, et al). Spartacus' inspired strategy tied his professional opponents in knots. When bald-pated Clodius Glaber's army penned the rebels up in the crater of Vesuvius, Spartacus lowered his men by ropes over the sheer rock face of the mountain's far side, then wiped out the Roman camp in a night attack...
...eleven years ago that Amarillo's big, bald, newspaper-publishing Gene Howe called Charles Augustus Lindbergh "swell-headed," "simple-minded," "lucky"; nine years ago when he made more front-page headlines by loudly proclaiming that Singer Mary Garden only had a "fair voice" and was "old, very old" and "almost tottered about the stage." Since then Amarillo's other famed asset, helium, has made far more national news, and Gene Howe, admitting that it was smarter to be polite, has settled down to making himself the Texas Panhandle's best friend...
Today slim, bald, horn-tufted with white wool like an Uncle Tom in business clothes, he has one son who is an African Methodist Episcopal bishop in Capetown, South Africa, another who is a physician, a daughter who is a St. Louis high-school teacher. His third son is a cashier in his father's bank, and another of his five daughters is a teller...