Word: bernhardts
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...Hotel where Jim Hill had eaten, slept and drunk while building his northwest railroad empire; where Ruby Bob Fitzsimmons once demonstrated his solar plexus punch with a bellboy for a sparring partner; where popeyed crowds had gathered, in the reaches of the spreading, pretentious lobby, to watch Booth, Mansfield, Bernhardt, Theodore Roosevelt, Woodrow Wilson and many another pass...
...land, Thalia and Mclpomene alight at Yale, Vassar, Princeton, and Dartmouth but never at Harvard. For the Muses of Comedy and tragedy know that here the drama is a stepchild, a poor relation, unwelcome guest. Harvard extends no open arms or vast theatres to the Mummer clan; from Bernhardt to Folies Bergere girl, the reception is a cold one. Frozen out though it is, the drama child yet struggles for existence. As the snows thaw and the leafy season approaches, the HSU and the HDC alike announce their spring efforts. Each of them has chosen exceptionally interesting plays to produce...
...daguerreotype. To bring Edith Wharton's old-fashioned story to life on Broadway four years ago required the highly finished services of Actresses Judith Anderson and Helen Menken, oldtime Playwright Zoë Akins. To make it live on the screen, Warner Bros, teamed their pop-eyed Bernhardt, Bette Davis, with an equally fiery filly from off the home lot, honey-haired Miriam Hopkins. The result flounces its skirts a little more boldly than the stage show but, like it, is hardly more than the sum total of two good, sometimes brilliant, performances...
Paderewski's real enthusiasms are all for the events and customs of the plush-upholstered '80s and '90s, for the theatre of Sarah Bernhardt, the court life of Victorian England, the restaurants of old New York. A recent indication of modern decadence, in Paderewski's eyes, was the fuss-&-feathers about Sir James Jeans's statement that there is no such thing as "touch" in piano playing - that a pianist will get the same tone whether he hits the key with his finger or the end of an umbrella. Says umbrella-thatched Paderewski...
...first time since 1928. After years in retirement, Elsie has not slowed up. With no voice to speak of, she still puts a song across. She can, for the hell of it, still turn a cartwheel or twirl a rope. She screws up her face and becomes Sarah Bernhardt, juggles her voice and becomes Ethel Barrymore. Or she just wanders around the stage dropping patter soft as daisies until bang! something sharp pops...