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...average Russian: $175 a month). At an opulent lilac negligee lined with white silk and with a white ruffed collar, said Salisbury, "an old peasant in a sheepskin cap and coat ... stared as though his eyes would pop." There were heavy velvets at $52.50 a yard, silk in flower patterns ("more heavily figured than would suit Western buyers") at about $32, corduroys in solid colors and stripes at $35. The quality, Salisbury added, seemed good...
Dark clouds hung low on the rugged Cantabrian mountain peaks, and storm warnings were posted all along the Spanish coast. Out in the Atlantic, aboard his 32-foot trawler Flower of Spring, Fisherman Candido Solana Hoz listened to the radio while he scanned the seas with practiced eye. Of all the captains sailing out of the little Basque village of Santona, Candido was the ablest. For 50 years he had followed the sea, and with his three husky sons Ricardo, Constantino and Manuel for a crew, he seldom failed to bring the Flower back with a fine catch...
...went well until they stood a mere mile from Santona's lighthouse. Then the Flower's engine sputtered to a stop. The youngest son tinkered with the dead machinery. "Quick, Manuel, or we'll be caught," urged Candido. But the helpless craft was already broaching to the sea. As the other boys tried in vain to rig a sail, the waves were already crashing on the deck. Ashore, where the lighthouse keeper had spread the alarm, Santona's fishermen tried to launch lifeboats, but the angry seas tossed them back like corks onto the jagged reefs...
...helplessly drifting Flower was only a few hundred yards from the harbor when Candido called to his sons, "Try to swim it, boys. Leave me here. I'm all right." But before the boys could reply, he slipped and fell to the deck. Without a word, Ricardo, Constantino and Manuel went to work. They seized fishing nets bordered with cork buoys and tied them securely around their father. A moment later a huge wave broke over them. On shore, the praying watchers-gave a cry, and the village priest made a sign of the Cross. Neither the Flower...
...Banana (Harry Popkin; United Artists) brings Comedian Phil Silvers to the screen in a literal photograph of his long-running Broadway burlesque of burlesque. The sad truth seems to be that burlesque is a delicate flower: it needs a little dirt to grow in, but the censors, in this case, have carted away what little there was. Nonetheless, Comedian Silvers manures his garden energetically with the few faintly smelly old stories he has left (She: "I'd do anything to get into television." He: "It's not that easy...