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Diplomat Grew's sporting proclivities serve him well in Tokyo. He is a baseball fiend; so are the Japanese. His faculty for golfing in dignity and black shorts necessarily appeals to a people to whom dignity is everything. His impressively good clothes, grey hair, dark mustache, lithe frame support a slightly British aura of raj, accompanied by a Yankee capacity for work. He drives his embassy staff seven hours a day (a frightful stint for the Foreign Service). Many an Ambassador lets his staff do the handwork. Joe Grew peck-types his own reports, producing documents highly respected...
...vivid imagination carries him to the verge of the surrealistic. The lurid orange drapes and the swirling green backgrounds of his designs for "Salome" harmonize with the voluptuous sensuality of the dramatic action. Perhaps the ultimate in bizarre impressionism, however, appears in Sharpe's fantastic rendition of the "Dope Fiend's Dream." The artist here portrays the weird apparitions of the subconscious, blended together in a terrifying, chaotic nightmare...
...McCay was an artist in every sense of the word and his cartoons of "Little Nemo" and "Dreams of a Rarebit Fiend" that appeared in Sunday newspaper supplements were the joy and delight of the youngsters of that...
Beautiful, blonde twins, devoted to each other and the ballet, Elisabeth and Annemarie are otherwise very different. Ambitious Elisabeth leaves home, becomes a ballet dancer, marries and divorces a rich nobleman, who thought her hard work as indecent as her scanty costumes. Then she becomes involved with a dope fiend who is a composer. When their mother dies, sweet-tempered Annemarie reluctantly joins her sister on the stage. As the Sisters Vernova they dazzle the world. Still unspoiled, Annemarie goes to pieces on a U. S. tour, but a marriage resigns her to her ruined career. Elisabeth, momentarily depressed, sails...
...dishes and run the vacuum cleaner from 8:30 to 9. I then ascend the stairs to the den and turn on the radio. I check the paper to find out the correct station. I am burned up to discover that you or the Blue Network or some other fiend has again changed the time to 8:30, and I have missed the program...