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Hairpins & Toothpicks. Next morning, refreshed by a Russian breakfast of beer, schnapps, sausages, fried potatoes and more schnapps, we went out to see these Germans by daylight and found them like all Germans-shabby. Their faces were grey, for there is little soap for scrubbings. When they gather in crowds, as at the theater, they have a strong, sour smell. The Russian zone is not well fed, although it eats better than the American or the British...
...painters in the show, Derain (66), Van Dongen (67), Segonzac (63), and Vlaminck (70), had been suspended from public showing for the past year (because they exhibited in Berlin during the war). Now their year of quiet humiliation was up, and the weary old foursome could creep into the daylight once again...
...told, the volumes make a wonderfully cranky, talky, valuable record, as honest as daylight, as native as Congress gaiters and a black string tie. The latest installment is probably the crankiest and talkiest of the lot: a huge collection of clips, quotes, yarns, letters, anecdotes, poor jokes, explanations and refutations. The arrangement is roughly chronological, pointed up with oldtime editorial subheads ("A Doubting Thomas Converted," "Are Dreadnaughts Doomed?"), illustrated with practically a national gallery of photographs and political cartoons...
...audience, not the play, was the thing. To make the 7 p.m. curtain everybody had braved bright, sarcastic daylight in tie & tails, gems and gowns. London cafe society was out in all its power & glory...
...Mexican Government provided Trotsky with a 24-hour military guard. He had a private guard of revolver-toting secretaries (one of whom, an American, was kidnaped and murdered during the first attempt against Trotsky). But the assassin, allegedly an agent of the NKVD (Russian Secret Police), arrived in broad daylight, introduced to Trotsky's circle in the guise of a friend. One day as Trotsky sat reading a paper, this friend, Frank Jackson,*produced a small pickax (such as mountain climbers use), smashed Trotsky's skull and crunched into what a moment before had been...