Word: dolls
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Word had been received that Schwarz was selling an authentic medieval fortress for only $450; as it turned out, the fortress is only for sale at the New York store. The Boston branch, however, does have a six-room doll house which goes for $220 unfurnished, and $375 furnished. It is not a very impressive doll house and would be too small for most dolls, but it does have real electric lights (extra bulbs in the closets) and a pretty interesting meal on the table. But for all the fanciness, it was gratifying to note that...
...Near the doll house were found its prospective inhabitants. Dolls appear to fall into two categories: those with clothes on--or the impracticals, and those without garments, or the practical ones. In the former group were seen such numbers as the Little Genius, the Princess Margaret Rose, and one which was gotten up like Sophie Tucker but was labelled Italian Dolly. The undressed dolls are more active this year than ever before. One boasts of a "real soft nose and almost human ears." This one promised also to blow bubbles when given a pipe. They all can drink water this...
...found seated on a throne, doling out green lollypops to frightened little children, some of whom had to be dragged up to him bodily. Santa had a new assistant this year, a young lady who called herself Miss Holly and who was dressed like a like a Filene doll called Holly Dolly, only she was big and blonde and the dolls small and brunette. I asked Miss Holly who Santa Claus really was and she said that he was a student at BC. "We have a 325-pound Santa in the window who everybody thinks is padded...
...pugnacious salesmanship and his talent for such song titles as There's a Broken Heart for Every Light on Broadway and Come Josephine in my Flying Machine. In all, Fisher wrote or published a thousand tunes, but he had no connection with the song called Oh, You Beautiful Doll...
Once in a while, the old Faulkner power comes through in a blaze of language, an original phrase (a gangster has "a face like a shaved wax doll"), or an insight into rural character. But except for Tomorrow, an effective account of how the family loyalties of a poor-white clan can tangle the job of justice, the stories fall between two stools: they are neither ingenious enough to be good detective yarns nor deep and free enough to be good Faulkner Detective-story fans will be horrified to find crucial clues spelled out in italics; Faulkner fans will find...