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...danger for a play like this in the theater is that it will be all wings and no feet. But John Gielgud's staging is as precise in detail as it is ebullient in effect; and a finely blended English cast knows how to rumble the lines or caw them, toss them to the roof or throw them away. As the soldier, Gielgud gives a dashing if slightly unmodulated performance. As the lady, Pamela Brown proves that Fry did not write the part for her in vain. No one has a more gloriously uppity charm; no voice can simultaneously...
...noise-streams and stopped to listen. "Let's switch down to the field now and liear the Harvard Band. . ." Vag snickered. He had better things to do. He started to turn it off, but then stopped. He might as well hear the score. There was a loud caw from the radio at the kickoff. Vag paused for a moment, clutching the book in his hand, and jumped to his feet. He held the book at arm's length, released it, and kicked it in a neat line against the wall. Vag was in there now, and this...
Stanford, 7 June, 1902 "So there is no maw gaw to shed in the Baw Waw. The paw praw-Baws will feel saw ! The praw-Baws are an awful baw! They gained no eclaw by taking the flaw! I set no staw by them. They are rotten at the caw. So no maw from...
...afternoon a crow perched over the State Department entrance reserved for diplomats. As Great Britain's Ambassador, the Marquess of Lothian, strode in, the crow cawed. A little crowd of onlookers laughed. Up the steps, through the door walked tall, tanned Hans Thomsen of Germany. Caw, caw, went the crow. Henrik de Kauffmann followed later. Caw, caw. Embattled Norway's Mr. de Morgenstierne, then Sweden's Wollmar Filip Bostrom came and went. Caw, caw. The superstitious crowd no longer laughed...
...nolds, "Cam's footman takes this here roll of carpet like this - " Whist! Reynolds unrolled the carpet on the platform, strutted across it pompously to the imaginary doorway of the Mayflower. "And do you know," roared Reynolds, "what he eats in that there hotel? He eats caw-vee-yah! Do you folks know what caw-vee-yah is?" "What?" some yokel would ask faintly. "Why that's fish eggs. That's what it is - fish eggs...