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...abnormal or subnormal. In elementary schools 450,000 are mentally retarded, but only 60,000 are cared for in special classes; 675,000 present behavior problems, but only 10,000 are in special schools, 50,000 are partly blind, only 5,000 are provided for. There are but 18,coo deaf or partly deaf children attended to out of a total 3,000,000. (Edwin Cornelius Broome, superintendent of Philadelphia schools...
...Coo!" went the grey pigeons at Cleveland's Public Square last week. "Coo! Coo...
...with her perennial charm and a good voice. She was called back four or five times for the song in which she hinted that she was a lady. Polly and Dick, the office-hands, were nice youngsters who insisted on missing the last note of every song. Coddles, the coo-coo maid stumbled around in mad gyrations and burlesque ballets until Ye Wilbur threatened to collapse on its foundations. The rest of the cast and the chorus were mediocre and badly dressed with all the old dance steps and shake-your-finger-at-the-audience tricks that have ever been...
First Love.* The hero breathes "My Darling," the heroine, "My Love." They kiss, cuddle, coo, cuddle, kiss. . . . When the principles are not at it, the other characters in the play are telling one another how sweet it is. The audience, surfeited, looks on skeptically, for the kiss-cuddle-coo is supposed to have been continuous for three years, and in Paris. There is a father (Bruce McRae) who has ordered the hero-son out of the house for having loved the wrong girl, for having composed popular songs. The parent then falls in love with the girl himself, proving that...
...Wayne and her rather stupid husband, Pendleton. Nelly is a member of the "irritable race" -a writer. When Jill Wetherell, aging nymph, snares Pendleton in one of his "misunderstood" moments, Nelly vengefully becomes Mrs. Paramor. Ultimately, both Nelly and Pendleton revert to type and the story closes with a coo. It is all very country-clubby and insipid, but the bookmanship is flawless-a Jack for every Jill. And occupants of porch chairs who read Mrs. Paramor will surely spend many a more boring Summer afternoon...