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According to an affidavit of Robert C. Benchley, dramatic editor of Life, Judge Thayer said all these things to Mr. Loring Goes, of the Goes Wrench Co., Worcester, Mass., at the Worcester Golf Club. Mr. Goes, said Mr. Benchley, repeated Judge Thayer's remarks to him (Benchley). But Mr. Goes last week "flatly denied" the truth of Mr. Benchley's affidavit; recalled no conversation in which Judge Thayer flayed Messrs. Sacco and Vanzetti; said: "I have known Judge Thayer since 1908. I have never heard him use language that he could not repeat in mixed company...
...Benchley's affidavit formed, with four other affidavits, part of a petition sent last week to Governor Fuller of Massachusetts by Mr. Vanzetti. Mr. Sacco refused to sign the petition, calling it inconsistent with his anarchistic principles. Dr. Abraham Myerson, Boston psychiatrist, said that Mr. Sacco's seven years of confinement had "brought about an abnormal state in which his [radical] fanaticism has been intensified into an obsession." In spite of Mr. Sacco's refusal to sign, the petition was presented as a joint plea from both the condemned...
Somehow or other, it is in his parodies of prominent literary figures that Mr. Benchley outdistances all competition. "The Henna Decade" in five parts, is one of the glories of the group. Part 4 in particular, should bring to even the estimable Mr. Beer a series of not too quiet chuckles. "Milt Gross stood talking with Ring Lardner and another on the steps of the American Indian Museum. He had under his arm a bulbous bundle and this dropped incontinently to the granite pedestal as he shrugged his shoulders. 'A peckage skelps,' he said. 'Heendian skelps witt blad.' Lardner raised...
WITH the inevitable comparison to Pluck and Luck," "Of All Things" and "Love Conquers All" staring it in the face, Mr. Benchley's latest collection of scientific discussions, little home-talks and slightly drunken essays is perilously close to having to take a back seat. But close as the perils may seem, as the plucky reader wends his way through the distinctly mediocre to the unquestionably superb he emerges with the feeling that after all the Benchley tradition has been preserved. The chuckles come as they were no doubt intended to, and here and there may be heard a loud...
...alarmingly long period offers little or nothing. Then at a flick of the pen, or a particularly sound jab on the typewriter key the work gets under way, and one realizes that after all the worst is not to come but is behind in previous volumes Mr. Benchley has exhibited a particular inclination to clearing up any misunderstandings which may be current as to the why, wherefore and general makeup of the American family. He has taken us for rides on Pullman cars, has immersed us into the trials and tribulations of Christmas, birthdays, and other festive occasions...