Word: clowns
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Last week they promised us a hodge-podge; that's what we got. There is a "Jumbo" clown, however, with surprisingly capacious clothes...
...Your Toes devotes its first act to kidding a Russian ballet. Ballet dancers' Broadway reputation for arrogance, jealousy and venery offers, like a clown's buttocks, a large and ludicrous target for whacking. Three modern masters of whacking, George Abbott (who staged this season's side-splitting Boy Meets Girl) and Rodgers & Hart (who supplied Jumbo's score) have done so with authority. The finale of On Your Toes' Act I, in which disaster strolls implacably through a conventional ballet, will make it impossible for many people ever again to take the serious Dance seriously...
...black sleeveless tunic, an absurd clerical hat. Her pantomime was always effective. She danced occasionally but she was just as communicative standing still. She spoke with her eyes, her wide childish grin, her expressive hands. European critics have likened her to Charlie Chaplin and the great Swiss Clown Crock. Though the comparison scarcely seemed warranted last week, she did prove herself a rare entertainer...
...Getting clown to brass tacks in Harar last week, New York Times's candid Harold Denny cabled: "The exodus of disappointed 'war correspondents' and camera men from Ethiopia is now well under way after one of the greatest and most expensive flops in journalistic and newsreel history. . . . The Ethiopians have an unmatched talent for procrastination-they dislike doing anything today which possibly can be put off. "The result has been that a hundred or more correspondents and camera men are gnawing their fingernails at Addis Ababa, Harar and Dire Dawa knowing less about the fighting they...
...assassins. Just inside, Bernard Rosenkrantz, Flegen-heimer's chauffeur, sprawled in a pool of blood oozing from six wounds. In the rear room, which smelled like a shooting gallery, they found a roly-poly little man with wide, blue eyes. He was Otto Biederman, gambler and underworld clown whom Damon Runyon frequently put into his stories under the name of "Regret." Biederman's face was a red smear of holes ind blood. Leaning over the table with one bullet in his belly, was the mussy, 33-year-old German Jew who was the cause...