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...high jinks rather slow down, too. But while Shirley is dancing a clog and singing In the Good Old Summertime against Composer Schwartz's Coney Island Boat, or while she is riding with Wilbur Evans through the Tunnel of Love, or going up in a Fourth of July balloon, it is all very festive. And when Mae Barnes lets go with Happy Habit, or sparks the second act with Hang Up, it is all very fine. Arthur Schwartz's score is pleasant; there are some lively Tamiris dances and attractive Mielziner sets. The show needs more boardwalk...
...over about $71,000 worth of stock. But G.E. hopes to get a little of the money back. It announced a new nursing nipple made out of silicone rubber, instead of natural rubber. The nipples, said G.E.. will last more than a year and the holes will not clog and the nipple will not stretch out of shape...
Vanishing Cream. For workers whose skins are sensitive to industrial materials and housewives who are allergic to soaps or detergents, Abbott Laboratories of North Chicago, Ill. brought out a greaseless protective'skin cream, Covicone, that will not wash off. The cream has a nitrocellulose base, does not clog pores and permits perspiration. When applied twice daily for two weeks, an application every one or two days thereafter maintains the protection. Price: 90? for a 1-oz. tube...
Everytime someone piles up at one of these corners, a loud cry goes up for all sorts of exotic safety devices. Cambridge has already installed a traffic signal, but aside from providing sport for those who push the red-orange button, then floc, it has served only to clog traffic during rush hours. And despite the light, drivers still bear north when the road goes west, and they still under-estimate the angle of the turn into Plympton Street...
...extra barriers of sandbags just ahead of the rising river. Sand-boils, bubbles, slides and settles, one after another, threaten to wipe out all efforts in one great gush of doom. The glare of fusees mixes menacingly with the sweet smell of floating gasoline. Debris swims silently downstream to clog up on the bridges, finally carry them away. A privy goes by, "pivoting slowly like a model in a fashion parade." Fleming conveys the protracted melodrama of a bold, restless river in flood without once raising his voice adjectivally or using the verb "rampage...