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...confidence from the Chamber 430 to 52. The defeat of Aristide Briand, not the victory of Paul Doumer, was the event of the day. France has dozens of Doumers, small and intensely nationalistic bourgeoisie who have become Senators. She has only one Briand, stooped, untidy, sleepy-eyed and droop-mustached -world-great. When he reached Versailles last week it was seen that Br'er Briand had submitted to one of the few decent haircuts he has ever had. Even the mustache that has drooped and wandered where it would for years had been neatly trimmed, sleeked down. The Great...
...which, like the Forty-Nine Bottles, solemnly and inevitably diminishes. Hops and his affinity Plana, both first appearing as babes, enjoy lucky escapes, but little Epi, their companion, is seized by some young Hes and Shes and dies in captivity, piteously. The remaining ones cavort and chatter, their ears droop and rise, their whiskers twitch, and they meet various fates. Later appears Iago, an embittered dog who tried to go native but found he had no talent for it. He inadvertently assists Hops and Plana during a round-up hunt at which most of their companions perish. In late winter...
...Author. Emil Ludwig, indefatigable reporter of late great lives, was born in Breslau, Germany, in 1881, of Jewish parents. His father was a famed ophthalmologist. Stocky, long-haired; smooth, long, plump of face, bland of smile, his dark eyes have a Rudy Vallee droop. In law, then business, till he was 25, he took up journalism in 1914. Say his detractors: he is still at it. Says he: "I detest the historical novel. It perverts both history and fiction. My ideal is a portrait of unimpeachable documentary veracity, which at the same time is suggestive of a story." Author Ludwig...
When a big car driven by a droop-cheeked, mild-eyed man bunted another last week in St. Joseph, Mich., Patrolman Charles Skelly told the guilty driver to come along to the police station to pay the few dollars damage. The driver yanked out an automatic, shot Officer Skelly dead, sped away. When he smashed up his car, he used his gun to persuade motorists to give him lifts. Officers traced the police-killer closely for an hour, then lost him. The wrecked car was registered in the name of Frederick Dane, owner of a commodious home...
...five decades of trouping he has acquired a mellow patina which enhances his interpretation of one not unlike himself in wisdom and sweetness of age. Sitting in his royally red chair, he pokes with his cane and his innuendos, rumbles and whispers, enchants his family with the great white droop of his head, the flash of his cavernous eyes. In an adept supporting cast, Fred Tiden is outstanding as the finical son-in-law who cannot bear to have small children tumbling about him. The children are never seen except as his nervous fingers betray their insuperability...