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Grays Hall and the Yard may have booked a little decrepit after the manicured grounds of Indiana State, Smith, and Vassar. Individual bathrooms, two-room suites, and unrestricted hours made up for that, however. No matter how long you had to flick lights for a Yard Cop, it was better than facing an irate house mother at 3 o'clock in the morning...
...accurately reflected the low esteem accorded to business by U.S. educators generally. In that year, memorable for its epidemic of violent strikes, Harvard's President A. Lawrence Lowell handed over the Business School to a chubby, 41-year-old Yankee, Wallace Donham. Commented one professor on the decrepit state of the school: "We were a faculty of crocks teaching crocks and Chinese." Graduate of the Harvard Law School and vice president of Boston's Old Colony Trust Co., Dean Donham believed vigorously in a then-newfangled idea, namely, that U.S. business deserved a school commensurate with its strangely...
...stage set was a homely scene: a shabby pine-board house, the decrepit tonneau of a model T. The hero was a cow hand; the heroine, a girl who dreamed of beauty parlors and city lights; the villain, her brother-a jazzing, hitchhiking kid home from the "Aggies." The music had no arias, but many a songful moment, underlined the action as plain people led simple lives, touched with bucolic dignity and rural nobility. Listed as a "music-play," A Tree on the Plains could well have been called folk opera...
Through the open portal came a verger. Behind the verger walked a cross-bearer, the Canterbury choristers and seven decrepit beadsmen. Behind the decrepit beadsmen came a long array of Canterbury canons, chaplains and dignitaries in all their robes, followed by pages carrying the maces of Canterbury and York and the cross of Canterbury. Last of all came Dr. William Temple himself, wearing a miter with his gold-embroidered cream brocade cope...
Priorities of 1942 (produced by Clifford C. Fischer) is Broadway's latest attempt to revive vaudeville, and by far its best. It has its shortcomings, but at least it doesn't try, as previous shows have, to revive vaudeville by reviving decrepit vaudeville acts. Here & there it is cluttered with bric-a-brac from the old homestead; otherwise Priorities proves a cozy, informal meeting place for two generations of actors. Among the veterans is Lou Holtz, who, carrying the same old cane, cracking the same old jokes with the same old skill, acts as master of ceremonies...