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...salving wounded vanity. As familiar to race followers as the pylon in front of the grandstand is "Pop's" ungainly figure striding across the field with his colored starting flags tucked under one arm?red for "all clear," white for "go," checkered for "last lap." Usually he has a cigar in the side of his mouth, always he wears a ten-gallon hat, even when he flies, which he does with grandmotherly caution...
...Shelly, 76, swung on to his horse, fixed a shiny oldtime stovepipe hat on his head, put a perky cigar in his mouth, and posed for a moment. Except for frock coat and saddle medicine bags, that was the way he rode into Mulvane 52 years ago, a year after its founding. Laughed he last week: "I had 45? in my pocket then." Now he has a big house in Mulvane, a wife and four children (the son is Dr. Hargus Gerard Shelly, 51, of Wichita), and a practice which still requires night calls...
...light your cigar on a star up here," cried Alfred Emanuel Smith, proud because he was showing off his building to Jean Cardinal Verdier, Archbishop of Paris. Then, during luncheon with John Jacob Raskob, Editor Michael Williams of The Commonweal, Jeweler Pierre C. Cartier, President John S. Burke of B. Altman & Co., Banker Robert Louis Hoguet and others, Cardinal Verdier admired the view...
...rostrum, where the retiring president of Huxley is addressing the faculty and student body. Attired in a mortar board, with a tailcoat over his arm, Groucho is shaving his false mustache in a portable mirror while puffing a stogie. The retiring president asks him to throw away the cigar. Groucho Marx casts a look at the faculty of Huxley and says: "There'll be no diving for this cigar." He goes on puffing. Carried away by his own address to the students, he breaks into a song called "I'm Against It," leads the faculty in a soft...
...recent summer have there been so few plays in Manhattan theatres as the past three months. Last week big-jowled, cigar-chewing William A. Brady, oldtime showman, told Atlantic City Kiwanians that the recumbent theatre business might be helped to its feet by turning half its playhouses into garages. Bridge and radio, gloomed Showman Brady, were responsible. The stage had done too much for U. S. culture, said he, thus to be beggared. Let the nation, remembering its Wartime services, come to the theatre...