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Between performances in Broadway's Peter Pan, Boris Karloff launched his Boris Karloff's Treasure Chest (over Manhattan's WNEW). Far from the creep-voiced menace of his early movie days, Karloff dished up nonsense (Lewis Carroll's double-talking Jabberwock), limericks, and songs (recorded by Groucho Marx and Burl Ives), gave a fatherly lesson in tolerance (the story of a Churkandoose, which was neither chicken, turkey, duck or goose: "I'm sure . . . you'll respect his right to be different"). It looked as though onetime Frankenstein Monster Karloff, who reported a "tremendous reaction...
...more. The man with an income of $1,000,000 now pays about $770,000; under the new law he would pay $857,000 -a little less than one-eighth more. The new schedule would hit the lowest income groups hardest, a practice that usually makes politicians' flesh creep...
Genuine Priest. Novelist Power, 41, is not yet an expert craftsman. When he reports Father Cawder's metaphysical probings, his writing often goes dead and resembles a religious disputation more than a novel. When he should be driving his story to its climax, he lets it creep along. As recompense he offers some marvels of observation: the tawdry circus carnival, the chatter of unworldly nuns, and Father Cawder himself in all his miserable genuineness. Father Cawder may never become a cardinal-nor The Encounter ever match The Cardinal in sales-but Author Power has told a good, unsentimental story...
...damaged town. Leopold, a man of directness, folk wit and occasional sentimentality, attends to his business, drinks a fabulous quantity of wine, affectionately abuses his wife, and is instinctively contemptuous of all fanatics. When bombed-out schoolchildren recite Racine in his bar, used as a part-time classroom, tears creep down his vast purpled cheeks. Fancying himself a tragic poet, he works now & then on the first scene of a drama of which he is to be the hero. Sample...
...like your spicy lingo, and I reckon that regulars figure out the initialese (G.O.P., EGA, etc.). It's fairly easy now to follow Big John with his sidekicks in a souped-up Caddy to the hot-stove-league ball game at the jampacked Rose Bowl . . . I could creep into a flophouse, speakeasy, hot-spot or crap-joint with a pretty clear idea of what I'd be in there for. And although I admit that there are times when I could cheerfully hospitalize your typewriter-pecking hoodlums with a double whammy from Fowler's English Usage...