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Last week a wiser world searched the published proceedings of the 82nd Extraordinary Session for hints of military lunges to come. If Premier Hideki Tojo had plans for a Russian Pearl Harbor, the warning was drowned in the clatter of his windy generalities. Never had a Diet session commanded the airtime that Radio Tokyo devoted to this one. Yet never had there seemed less reason for calling the mummers to enact their pantomime. Said Tojo...
...worked hard to support his wife and four children, but never quite seemed to be out of debt. Not long ago he had borrowed $2,500 to spruce up his two-story frame house in the Blue Ridge foothills near Hillsboro, Va. A stonecrusher in a quarry, William Clatter-buck, 33, was powerfully built (240 lb.). He was kind and shy; he gave $5 a week to the Nazarene Church; he often carried candy to give to children as he walked down the street...
...Shubert flapdoodle. In 1934 and 1936 the Shuberts borrowed this lustrous title to some effect, but this time they have thrown it away on a completely lackluster show. Alternating undistinguished sketches with indistinguishable tunes, gaudy spectacles with soggy satire, young legs with old gags, handsome clothes with jitterbug clatter, it is just the Shuberts' old Winter Garden formula to cop the summer trade...
...Thanks to him, radio reporters are now regularly present in Congress. Accusations that his reporting is "destructive" distress him. He says he is just using radio to cut red tape. When he is in town, his plush office at WOL is a loud and tangy chatterbox. The clatter-chatter was finally too much for the female occupant of the adjoining office. While the commentator was on tour, arrangements were rushed to equip his office with a soundproof door...
...Commando men were landlubbers, and "the clatter of a cruiser in a gale roused desire for the lowing of cattle; and the sort of chanting that the winds make to a cabin . . . evoked an appetite for the comfortable village noises that steal by night over a long quiet distance." Before dawn they found themselves off the coast of Norway, and "high above us, on the shelf of an incidental mountain, the lovely, unbelievable, almost-forgotten picture of a lit window . . . hung in the morning darkness. For two years we had not seen such a window." But while the men stared...