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Globe's business is profitable; the firm sells some 100,000 copies a year, mostly to schools, of its 50-60 condensations. Globe, and half a dozen other firms that make such condensations, will go right on selling them, despite Classics-Crank Smith's outcry at the "preposterously arrogant assumption . . . that the adapter somehow knows how to write the book better than did the original author." And youngsters will go right on believing, quite erroneously, that they have read Two Years Before the Mast or A Tale of Two Cities or Moby Dick...
...both services, the merger made solid sense. Founded in 1907 by E. W. ("Damned Old Crank") Scripps, the bustling, colorful U.P. last year grossed $28.8 million, but its profit margins have always been as thin as newsprint. With the merger, the U.P. eliminated a pesky competitor, increased its domestic clientele by some 120 daily newspapers to a total around 950 (v. the A.P.'s 1,243), will have "available" the services of such well-read I.N.S. byliners as Bob Considine, Ruth Montgomery and Louella Parsons, who will remain on the Hearst payroll. There was no question about...
...Sandy turned first to engineering, drifted from job to job, began to find his medium in 1926 with wire sculptures. He created out of wire a whole circus, complete with leaping trapeze artists, jumping kangaroos and horse-hurdling bareback riders. Their mobility, controlled by springs and a master crank, charmed a Paris Left Bank audience that included Jean Cocteau, Pablo Picasso, Fernand Leger and Joan Miro. The mobile was being born...
...death," Stone confesses, "but Mr. Wright was wonder-:ul." Eying the house with a connoisseur's discrimination, Wright said: "You know, Ed, we'll have to trade details." Then, in an astonished voice, he added: "Listen to me, I'm raving. And they say that old crank never has a kind word to say about anything. But I'm raving...
Tusk Force. To most, Morel is half-crazed, a crank at best, his pro-pachyderm activities comic and futile. But Gary wonderfully evokes what the elephants mean to Morel, so that his actions to protect them become a "hymn of hope." Morel hates those who have made a fashion of the safari-"impotents," "alcoholics" and sexually frustrated women. The hunters' bullets stay inside the hides of the beasts for years; wounded elephants pitifully use their trunks to plaster mud on the suppurating bullet wounds...