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They are packing up their Egyptian mummies and stowing them away in dark vaults. They are dismantling their dinosaur skeletons and hiding them again in the earth. They are locking dead cockroaches in safes. They have rented a bank to safeguard their Indian wampum. In all the great science museums along the U.S. coasts, curators are busy as Noahs, threatened by the flood...
Manhattan's great American Museum of Natural History has rented a bank in an unnamed inland spot to store its choicer small fossils, a collection of rare Brazilian birds, type specimens of a pygmy elephant, a West African crocodile, etc. The Museum's dinosaur collection, world's best, is not being hurried to safety. "The dinosaurs have already withstood a 200,000,000 year blackout," said a fossil expert, "and they ought to survive the war. Besides, if they are bombed, it might be fun putting them back together again...
...Chapman Andrews, famed Gobi Desert explorer, quit as director of the American Museum of Natural History, explaining that since the museum now needs new financing more than dinosaur eggs, "the problems confronting the institution . . . are not those for which I am particularly fitted. . . ." Senator Alben William Berkley made a speech in Memphis, fainted afterward of "fatigue and excitement." W. C. Fields went on the wagon again, predicted no good would come...
Ickes believes that when a policy has been laid down, it should be followed. When the Administration said: No-more-Business-as-Usual; when the President pledged the U.S. to become the "Arsenal of Democracy" he took it all literally. Then he watched the dinosaur of a defense program falter, swamp itself, stumble from delay to delay, without plan understanding or grim intent. He listened carefully to the defense chiefs delivering excellently-phrased appeals to the U.S. to arouse, make sacrifices, speed up. This looked very good in the rotogravures, but Mr. Ickes then watched the same orators on their...
Technocrats since the campaign began, these Zanics offer their usual mad stunts. Brow-battering, car-tweaking, nose-picking Moc sings hoarse opera. And Mike, the guy with a dinosaur's build and Minnie Mouse's laryux, is anointed Bulgarian Golden Gloves Champ after a tooth and claw battle with Curley, the tapirnosed bald head. And all this goes on amidst rhumbas and tangoes by a red-hot Pan-American band! The more cultured group will be nauseated by rough and ready buffoonery which makes the Marx Brothers seem subtle by comparison. But if you like your humor simple and sincere...