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...solved. Then, a fortnight ago, a black armored car roared down Cicero's main street, spattered the Hawthorne Hotel with machine gun bullets, but missed King Caponi who was standing on the front porch. After such events, "Scarface Al" puts on his light tan shoes, picks up his cane, leaves town...
That question enters and reenters the mind of whoever watches (from behind a pillar) the roaring revolutions, evolutions, devolutions of Mr. Skinner's cane; the extravagant movements of his beaver. The play really need never be played. Melodrama has died its natural death. And even French melodrama with occasional wit is brief in its amusement...
When an excellent actor grows old he grows sentimental, a trifle lazy. Mr. Skinner is growing old. So there is some reason for his leaving the donkey and the organ for the beaver and the cane of Colonel Phillipe, defender of the honor of the family and so many, many francs! Francs! There the Gallic flavor enters. One wonders if this should not be recommended to the business school. Not in many moons has the power of a franc appeared so vast...
...pins, innocent thirsts, crushes on young instructors, favorite love lyrics, proud independence and timid curiosity about Freud-these and their guardians, too, professors of both sexes, young and old, comfortably pedantic or secretly frustrate, testily brainy or docile and indulgent-even prexies, "the old boy with the gold-headed cane and administrative complex"-all these will suddenly find themselves exposed in a bright light of irony, but a light playing gently, warm with humor and comprehension. More extraordinary, the legendary figure of Andy Protheroe is so keenly and completely alive that it must irresistibly delight that growing herd whose sophistication...
Sirs: Reading the rules of the game of Babbitt in TIME, July 26, [MISCELLANY, p. 29] we decided to play a game. The first score I claimed was for a redheaded, spatted chap with a muddled face, a monocle and a fancy hat band. I forgot a cane too. My opponent refused to allow the score. We agreed to let you decide the bet-"Was he a Babbitt?" JOHN COWARD...