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...Kiefer, 49, barrel-chested, battered carrier hero, exec of the Yorktown at Coral Sea and Midway, Captain of the twice-Kamikazed Ticonderoga, who remained on the bridge for eleven hours directing damage-control operations after he had absorbed 65 bomb-fragment wounds; when his twin-engine plane crashed near Beacon, N.Y. in pea-soup...
...proposed a five-year extension of the tight wartime controls on labor, prices, transport, building. Tories Gad-sirred that such stuff would leave Parliament "nothing more than a Reichstag." At home recovering from a sore throat, Winston Churchill croaked of "drastic departures from our . . . way of life. . . ." The bright beacon on Big Ben's tower burned late that night, telling home-going Britons that their Parliament was still at work. Members stoked themselves with snacks and drinks. After midnight came the inevitable Labor victory: 306 votes...
...which also featured Vic Dickenson and Arthur Herbert. The group is still rough and the style is more jump than jazz, but nevertheless Fields' musical product is far more pleasing than the senile, sterile harmonics of nearly every other night club band in this bailiwick of the Irish and Beacon Hill Puritans...
...roly-poly picture framer named Boris Mirski came to Boston from Lithuania. Ever since, while framing New England portraits and brown landscapes for the residents of staid Beacon Hill, he made modern art-a much less salable commodity in Boston-his side line. This week, in a redbrick, 78-year-old Back Bay mansion, right next door to the stuffy Guild of Boston Artists on swank Newbury Street, he opened an art gallery with an exhibition of 53 paintings by a Guatemalan Indian, Carlos Mérida...
...Robert Stolz & Johann Strauss Jr.; lyrics by Robert Sour; book by Leonard L. Levinson; produced by Felix Brentano) opened Broadway's 1945-46 season without letting in much fresh air. An operetta about Johann Strauss (George Rigaud) headlining the great Boston Jubilee of 1872 and breaking hearts on Beacon Hill, it muffs the three real opportunities provided by the story. Far from conveying any of the devilish Strauss charm it babbles about, the book doesn't even billow with good lush operetta sentiment; it is just crushingly dull...