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...agree with R. E. Connolley, Esq., Letters, Aug. 26. Often one wonders if TIME is afraid of the Cinema business circulation curse. For instance the feeble attempt to repeat the facts when covering Cock-Eyed World in the issue...
...shot the arrow that killed the cock-robin strike of Actors' Equity in Hollywood? "I" admits Actress Ethel Barrymore. "Ethel Barrymore!" cries President Frank Gillmore of Equity. The evening after President Gillmore's meeting at which Equity members in Hollywood adopted a resolution requiring cinema producers to employ casts at least 80% Equity (TIME, Aug. 19), Miss Barrymore denounced Mr. Gillmore's tactics as "futile" and left town. Tickled, the producers sat tight. Vexed, President Gillmore called off the strike, left for New York, flayed Actress Barrymore more for speaking out of turn "during the heat...
...Cock-Eyed World (Fox). Laurence Stallings and Maxwell Anderson wrote this sequel to What Price Glory. Like most sequels written to order and for the trade, it retains the flavor but not the vitality of the first piece. Still in the Marines, Sergeant Quirt and Top-Sergeant Flagg get their women mixed up again in Russia, Brooklyn, Coney Island, the tropics. Their dialog, consisting mostly of aggressive variations of the phrases "Says You" and "Says me," is amazingly rough for cinema, outshocks What Price Glory in places. One of the men gets wounded, the other leads his troops to glory...
...they can kick. They can buffet with their bony wings hard enough to break a man's arm. Yet they must be caught and securely tied in the bottom of the boat before the cygnets can be nicked. To a Swanherd a male swan is not a cock swan, or a drake swan, or even a bull swan: he is a "cob." The female is a "pen." Swift examination shows which is the cob, which the pen. Then the Swanmasters, with pecked fingers (and sometimes with pecked noses) divide the young. If a royal cob should be found married...
When hatched and grown, they developed into a little five-inch burnished cock, which shone like a jewel or a bird of paradise, and a more sober but exquisite hen. These two, Frank and Nina, and all their numerous progeny for many years, Sophocles trained to the hand. Each knew its name, and would run from the flock when its white-haired keeper called, and, sitting upon his hand or shoulder, would show queer signs of affection, not hesitating even to crow...