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...Heinie" Faust was, more notably, the incredibly prolific "King of the Pulps" who wrote westerns, romances, whodunits and cinema stories under the pseudonyms Max Brand, David Manning, George Owen Baxter, Evan Evans, Nicholas Silver, Hugh Owen, Frank Austin, George Challis, Walter C. Butler, John Frederick, Peter Henry Moreland, Lee Bolt, Dennis Lawton, Frederick Frost. Among his creations were Hollywood's Drs. Kildare and Gillespie, Horseman Destry, Secret Agent Anthony Hamilton, Silvertip the Outlaw...
...match. The pale yellow bud of the flame gave her the tiny refuge, rich in cobwebs and dust. A sodden, half-rotted rug still lay across a low marble bench. Overhead the roof caved in rather drunkenly. 'But it is a roof,' Frossia said, pushed the bolt in the small door, supped off a sour milk tart and a hard-boiled egg, got a rug and some shawls out of the sack, snuffed out the candle and slept; a vagabond come back within her own gates...
...half-satiric, half-fantastic comedy. Its comic thesis is that flight from the Nazis makes strange carfellows. A swaggering, snooty Polish colonel with "a perfect 15th-Century mind" (well played by Louis Calhern) and a rueful, humorous, clever Jewish refugee (delightfully played by Oscar Karlweis) both have to bolt from Paris on the run. The colonel cannot find a car; Jacobowsky finds one but cannot drive. Grandly tossing out Jacobowsky's luggage, the colonel condescends to take the wheel, and off they go-smack toward the Nazis in order to fetch the colonel's pretty mistress (Annabella...
They managed to have some fun; they took in the sights, had more dates than they had ever had in their lives. During occasional air raids, some achieved the WAC ambition: to bolt from barracks, crouch in a slit trench and duck back to bed at the "all clear" without really waking up. Instead of, "What's cooking?" they said, "Nervous in the service...
Answered the President: a "little inflation" is like a little opium: soon you want more, then you have the habit. If food prices soared, labor would bolt through the Little Steel formula; presently all prices-including what the farmer wanted to buy-would get out of hand...