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...about." What does dismay him is the wicked popularity of sex trash. When men are buying that which is portable cover-out, it will likely be current bestsellers Life and Look--new faces since the days in the Teens when Literary Digest and Punch drew the tinkle of coin. Old-faces Crimson, Advocate, and Lampoon remain top attractions, although he confesses to selected clientele that the latter has fallen off considerably since the University's Golden Day. Education-admirer Felix, of course, does not admit to difference between the Harvard of today's Postwar and the Harvard of the Roaring...
Somehow I had never expected Stalingrad, the worst blitzed city of the war, to be cheerful. But the people are as chipper as chipmunks. A woman with the fine, warm features of an old coin stopped to say: "This was a beautiful city." A friendly little fellow, quietly steeping himself in vodka at the hotel bar, came over to condemn Truman and then explained that tonight he was going to get only "culturally" drunk, that is to say, not stinkingly so. Another man saw us walking along the street by the theater, and because we were dressed differently from Stalingradites...
...when they went to fight down revolutions, and Genaro thanked God he was so short when bullets flew through the presidential train. On his last day in office, Obregon discovered he had got all this service free-Genaro was not on the palace payroll. He flipped Genaro a gold coin, promised: "When I come back I'll see that you get a home of your own." But he never came back. On the eve of his return to office he was assassinated...
...good driver, as he speeds past, can hit as many as a dozen fist-flourishing bystanders with the spray from his wheels. Years of diving through elbowing passengers to collect the 10? fares has given many a conductor the temperament of a yegg; most ram their nickel-plated, jingling coin-collectors at the entering passenger's belly like a gunman wielding...
...guests was Marie Dubas, a top Parisian torchsinger whose hair, like that of many Frenchwomen, has turned red as she has approached middle age. She took off with a harrowing recitation of Kipling's My Son, then did three songs. The best: Mon Coco, Mon Coquin du Coin du Quai (My Sweetie, My Little Rascal from the Corner of the Wharf...