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...Restaurant in Washington. "Lulley had a bar," Sherman recalled sentimentally, "and we sat around [it] a bit and then . . . O'Dwyer and Marcantonio went out into the garden . . . and took their shirts off and even got to singing together . . ." The duet did not become political. "While the Little Flower [Fiorello LaGuardia] lives, I will be for him and with him. If he don't [run], then you and I can get together," Marcantonio told O'Dwyer...
High atop San Francisco's Nob Hill, the mourners and the curious crowded into massive, neo-Gothic Grace Cathedral. The great copper casket was carried into the arched, flower-filled chancel and set between two crosses of white lilies. From the Book of Common Prayer, the Rt. Rev. Karl Morgan Block, Episcopal Bishop of California, intoned the funeral service, without sermon or eulogy. At that moment, in the grimy office of the Examiner, a few blocks away, and in Hearst-papers across the land, typewriters and linotypes stilled their clatter, and for a few minutes the plants...
...Educators tend to spend too much time setting up budgets and course programs," explained George Flower, assistant director of the Kellogg program here. "More attention should be paid to human organization rather than mechanical production...
...Blush in Manhattan. For all this work, Mel Allen gets a flower a day from an anonymous woman, 1,000 letters a week, $100,000 a year and the satisfaction of having one of radio's most familiar voices ("How about that!"). But when a Manhattan waiter told him last week that he recognized his voice the minute he heard it, Allen blushed-a reminder that big city fame & fortune have not entirely changed the Melvin Allen Israel who was born the son of a general store proprietor in Johns...
...died, leaving him a small legacy, he headed for Paris, to drift casually through its salons and cafes. In 1940 he moved to Venice, where he became a familiar sight, plying the canals in his huge gondola, a parrot perched on his shoulder, the words "fleur de misere" (flower of misery) printed in red across the chest of his heavy navy-blue sweater. At his daily teas, intellectuals and artists hobnobbed with petty thieves and guttersnipes, whom he had met during his bohemian wanderings...