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Loopy? Absurd? " 'You get the feeling over there that people are tired, drained of feeling'. . . . A business executive was walking on cardboard-patched soles for lack of a ration coupon. . .A tiny girl asked, when given a bit of coveted chocolate: 'Do I lick or do I bite?'. . . Factory workers faint around 11 a.m. for lack of adequate breakfasts. . . . 'In two weeks I never saw a piece of meat'. . . Seventy-five pounds of food she brought over prolonged the lives of ten persons...
Grinned the Daily Herald: "The case of the cardboard-soled business executive is very moving. Did he, we wonder, try to touch Miss Young for a taxi fare? . . . If she is aware of the achievements of our nation in industrial output . . . she must surely realize that a tired people . . . could scarcely perform such feats." The Daily Mirror was avuncular: "Miss Young . . . has a kind heart. . . . The contrast between Hollywood opulence and our own modest state may have made the film star ultrasensitive...
...through their hands, she observed, then with their brains. In 1906, she set up a school in a Rome tenement, gave the kids freedom, to learn by themselves. There were knots to untie, stoppers to put into bottles. Soon the pupils were beginning to copy letters cut out of cardboard. One day a four-year-old boy, seeing the fireplace in the room, wrote "camino." In a few days, the other four-year-olds were learning to write...
...commissioned the grateful painter to portray him standing in St. Peter's. Later Pannini painted Charles III of Spain in the same setting. Sometimes, even after his reputation was assured, the artist would not refuse to turn an honest penny by decorating a villa, or whipping up cardboard clouds, fountains and triumphal arches for a sumptuous private fete. But apart from these somewhat theatrical preoccupations, most of Pannini's 74 years were spent among the monuments of a greater age, which he sometimes peopled incongruously with tiny, ineffectual figures dressed in the gay fashions of his own time...
...Arthur Conan Doyle would have enjoyed the trimmings. In his old age the author-spiritualist had deposited in the vaults of a little bank in the village of Crowborough, Sussex an old cardboard hatbox. For 25 years it gathered dust as Sir Arthur and his Sherlock Holmes gathered legend. Finally Sir Arthur's son, Adrian, went poking about and last week the secret was out. The hatbox, announced Adrian, contained unpublished writings by Sir Arthur, including The Crown Diamond, a "hitherto unknown" one-act play about Holmes, and a mysterious manuscript entitled Some Personalia About Mr. Sherlock Holmes. This...