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...described as "five feet eight inches tall, weighs one hundred and seventy pounds, ruddy complexion, brown wavy hair, perfect teeth, black eyebrows, long black eyelashes, usually smiling. He has a small irregular scar on lower part of abdomen. He is very good looking and a neat dresser. When last seen he had on a blue flannel coat and gray trousers...
Frampton Mansell munitions manufacturer, art patron, bachelor, a snappy dresser who cultivated his whiskers to bring out his resemblance to Sir Francis Drake. His phobia was ineficiency; his favorite pastime, composing ads for the latest wrinkle in Mansell ma-chine guns: "Mansell's Deadly Death Rose". . . A child can use it . . . Invaluable to all Dictators . . . A Corpse for a Ha'penny...
...phrases of Shakespeare and the once-aboard-the-lugger playwrights. To star-struck Olivia de Havilland he is unutterably wonderful. When Olivia's infatuation blinds her to the worth of her suitor (Patric Knowles), Idol Howard decently decides to disillusion her. The plan for such a procedure, his dresser (Eric Blore) agrees, is neatly outlined in one of his early triumphs. The Loving Triangle. But Olivia's adoration thrives on the boorish behavior prescribed by The Loving Triangle, grows to gooey consistency despite insults culled from Macbeth, Hamlet, The Taming of the Shrew. When Alone in the City...
John Sanford, white Georgia native, 27 years a sharecropper on various Emanuel County farms, once "made enough to buy two beds, half-a-dozen chairs, a dresser, a washstand, and the kitchen stove. An-other time he made enough to buy cheaply a second-hand automobile. The furniture has lasted, except for three of the chairs; the automobile did not last. He does not own anything else, except a change of clothes and a few odds and ends. His wife cuts his hair; he pulls the children's teeth when they begin to bother." Last year he made...
...theatre, but fears first nights as the devil fears holy water, worries over the size of the audience, suffers tearful agonies if there is a hint that his performance has not been up to his best. One of the consequent duties of faithful, bustling Lawrence Farrell, once his dresser, now his play manager, is to beguile Lunt out of these funks. Farrell bounces in between acts with box-office reports, fanciful tales of extra chairs required in the balcony. Applause is Lunt's meat, disapproval his poison. During Reunion in Vienna in London he was making a curtain speech...