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...fact, he presents himself as one of Prater Violet's principal characters. Grim skeleton of his novel-as well as its basic irony-is the filming by British Imperial Bulldog Pictures of a tear-jerker operetta about old Vienna named "Prater Violet"-just on the eve of Dictator Dollfuss' putsch to power. For the script of Prater Violet, Bulldog's President Chatsworth hires Christopher Isherwood, who knows Berlin ("Berlin ['s] . . . pretty much the same kind of setup [as Vienna], isn't it?") and, as director, imports famed Moviemaker Friedrich Bergmann, who is forced to take...
Gaunt and Beautiful. The glittering Staatsoper on the Ringstrasse, which circles the inner city, had been gutted. The walls of Saint Stephen's stood gaunt and beautiful. The interior was gone. At the Chancellery a bomb had sheered away the room where Dollfuss was assassinated. One wing of the hideous neo-Roman Parliament was burned out. Both the Burgtheater and the Belvedere were in ruins. Franz Josef's Hofburg was scarred but essentially undamaged. So were Schönbrunn and the Rathaus. One bridge remained over the Danube Canal. About 70% of the inner city, where...
...mystery of the fake funeral picture of Adolf Hitler, which Argentina's Ahora said that it received by telephoto from Berlin (TIME, July 2), was solved. It proved to be a retouched 1934 photograph of Austria's Chancellor Dollfuss, murdered by Hitler's Nazi gunmen, lying in state (see cut). Somebody had simply dubbed in Hitler's face...
...business. His firm had a sharp reputation for circumventing the restrictions of the Allied Control Commissions. His own politics were opportunistic. Democracy, he said, "is a luxury that might be borne, perhaps, in prosperous periods." He backed Prince Ernst Riidiger von Starhemberg and his fascist Home Guard, bet on Dollfuss and Mussolini to stave off Hitler. In 1937 he saw the handwriting on the wall, deftly transferred his holdings abroad...
Austrians used to joke affectionately about their late, great, little Engelbert Dollfuss, saying that when he was worried he used to spend all night pacing up & down under his bed. If the stouthearted little Chancellor, murdered eleven years ago by the Nazis, had been alive last week, he would have paced up & down all night and every night...