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...instance, knows how many students it has, or has much idea of the quality of its faculty, the size of its endowments, or the prowess of its football team. The only thing that the U.S. public really knows about the college is its president, a kindly, debonair gentleman named William Todhunter Hall...
...Debonair Columnist Joe Alsop flew in to Tokyo with five pieces of luggage en route to Korea, was finally convinced that he needed only a single musette bag. Randolph Churchill, representing the London Daily Telegraph, caused an uproar in Tokyo's Press Club by demanding that he be allowed to sign chits for drinks before he had plunked down his membership deposit. (He was put out.) Almost every newcomer expected to be taken out for one last binge in Tokyo before leaving for the front...
...When debonair Count Guido Chigi-Saracini was a young music student in Florence, his teachers called him "the piano smasher." Often enough, when he came to a difficult passage, he could only bang his fists down on the keyboard in frustration and rage. After a try at composing, with little more success, he decided to take his music at one remove, pay for it rather than make it himself.' Today, after 40 years of footing bills, 70-year-old Count Chigi-Saracini has a good claim to the title of Italy's No. 1 music patron. The slim...
Many an American felt his first real thrill over Alexander Graham Bell's invention of the telephone when he saw Hollywood's debonair Don Ameche perform the miracle on celluloid while making love to Loretta Young. Last week, Moscow moviegoers were equally thrilled to relive a great moment of Soviet science. In a new full-length picture (Alexander Popov), People's Artist of the U.S.S.R. Nicolai Cherkassov (who looks a little like Henry Fonda) enacts the life of Russia's scientist. Popov, in the U.S.S.R.'s campaign to claim all the inventions of the past...
...emotion dominated the mind of Master Sergeant Elmer C. Bender when he crawled out of his bunk on the morning of October 19, 1948, it was boredom. The sergeant, a debonair, dark-browed Marine Corps pilot, was at the U.S. Naval base at Tsingtao, China, and the Chinese, it was true, were having themselves some kind of a war only a few miles away. But it wasn't Sergeant Bender's war. He decided to get in a little flying time, asked a big, tousle-headed Navy chief electrician's mate named William C. Smith...