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...more tin bead on the rope Hollywood never ceases to string. But cinemaddicts who pay to get in will go easier on it; in fact they will go for it. Many cheap baubles have lovely sides in certain lights: this one shines irresistibly in such scenes as a brawl in a Coney harem. Here all the succulent paraphernalia of 1905 eroticism get heaved about in fearful confusion-carved brass hookahs caught in ripped gauze, brocaded draperies from the mysterious East, feathers and chandeliers, pillows of plush and satin, even one or two preserved starfish...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The New Pictures, Jun. 21, 1943 | 6/21/1943 | See Source »

Concealed Weapon. In Cape Town, South Africa, a patient at the Groote Schuur General Hospital complained of a stomachache, felt better after the removal of a ten-inch knife which he guessed had been there ever since a brawl three years before...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Miscellany, Jun. 7, 1943 | 6/7/1943 | See Source »

...more hilarious note will be struck on an adjoining diamond, where takes place the traditional, beer-soaked brawl between the Crimson, Harvard's journalistic crusader for the right, and the Lampoon, alleged humorous magazine whose horrendous edifice has besmirched the fair appearance of Bow and Mt. Auburn Streets since...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Williams, Pesky Face Nine; Crime-Lampy Revel Today | 4/30/1943 | See Source »

...warm-water ports in the Baltic, a sphere of influence in the Balkans, access to the Black Sea straits. Common sense also indicated that, unless a general and open agreement is reached soon on joint postwar policies, the Allies' present comradeship-in-arms may turn into a barracks brawl. The first chairs were already being thrown by pro-Soviets and anti-Soviets in the Balkans...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: INTERNATIONAL: Or Else | 2/15/1943 | See Source »

...Inchball, you have gone and now we must follow. Your innate light alone will join us for that triumphant brawl. Only you, Inch, can pull us out and send us on with your louder copy call. And behind us in the woods we leave the babes, forcing them to scheme for the breath of life. It is over, dear Inch, for us, a raging finger-snap, a dream before the alarm, and we leave behind the children, timidly laughing in the bushes...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Wrong Font | 2/1/1943 | See Source »

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