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...companion feature is entitled "Dear Miss Aldrich," and, strangely enough, it succeeds in being almost funny at times. Edna May Oliver stretches her face to unprecedented longitudinal dimensions, Maureen O'Sullivan glides along in a manner that is just too, too demure, and the audience seemed to enjoy themselves in a mild way. "Dear Miss Aldrich" tells the tale of a girl's fight for recognition in a newspaper man's world; it is not recommended for consumption unless the reader is feeling in a particularly receptive mood...
...Bennett, who spurned the stage for the screen, now comes back from the screen to the stage to tell about a girl who refused to spurn the stage for the screen. If this minor irony doesn't obtrude itself upon your attention, you will find George S. Kaufman and Edna Ferber's "Stage Door" a rather absorbing bit of sentimental comedy. With Mr. Kaufman monopolizing the Boylston-Tremont region, go see "You Can't Take It With You" first, then "Stage Door", and finally "I'd Rather Be Right"; or, proceed in the reverse order if you don't intend...
...Coming of the Lord . . . Great Confusion Upon Earth . . . September 16, 1936 was announced last year in Manhattan by a Mrs. Edna Bandler in Vol. 1, No. 1 of a magazine called The Prophet. Last week, Mrs. Bandler turned up in the news again, conducting a "Week of Prophecy" in Town Hall, daily donning a white veil and prophesying for the 25 to 100 people who dropped in, admission free, to hear...
...Edna Bandler is the white-haired intense-eyed widow of a rich diamond merchant. Until two years ago she lived in a mansion, full of gilt and marble, which John D. Rockefeller built years ago in West 54th Street for his son John D. Jr. She now dwells, and conducts prophetic services for a small band of followers in a lushly-furnished duplex studio in West 57th Street, a neighborhood in which nourish many swamis and faith-healers...
Well might Edna St. Vincent Millay cry, "Oh, God, why write," if she chanced to scan TIME'S report under Science in its Aug. 30 issue. To have her scintillating, fire-refined, twice-forged, rapier-like lines from Conversation at Midnight attributed to a bearded, oldster paleobotanist who prates of speleology, must have been, to say the least, distressing to America's premier candle-at-both-ends-burner...