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...were last week on their way to Europe for a summer vacation. About on a par with the decor of a successful mine superintendent's home is that of John L. Lewis' neat colonial house in Alexandria, Va. There in his lovely garden he now receives the flower of legislative society. Perhaps the only mannerism which still betrays his early career as a mine mule-skinner is his habit of hitching up his coat sleeves before he carves the roast. His conversation is straightforward, if sometimes redundant, and he is quite capable of conveying, if not originating...
...blackmailing scheme. Describing her former companions in long and lurid detail, she thoughtfully gave each the opportunity to be omitted from the volumes, or to be described in a very good light, in return for a cash payment. Harriette, even when her professional career was in full flower, had wanted to be a writer. But the highbrow novels and plays she turned out were affected, pompous, unreadable. When she slapped out the 250,000 words of her Memoirs for a despicable purpose, writing about the life she knew best in language that was appropriate to it, she revealed a genuine...
Seated at a flower-decked table was His Majesty in blue-serge trousers, silk blouse and flowing black cape with his children in well-tailored, tweedy sports clothes and flannels. Roared hearty British voices: "Welcome to the land of the free! Hurrah for the one and only Emperor of Ethiopia! Down with Mussolini...
...play was a party on his suburban estate, where 20 acres were converted into a "Versailles Garden" with electric stars in the shrubs. Mr. Kent waited until summer, then gave not one but two balls simultaneously in Bar Harbor. One was on a yacht, the other on shore. Flower-decked launches carried the guests back & forth. Mr. Kent's daughters, Elizabeth and Virginia, are both married...
...Show is as far from the confessional type of memoirs as Tom Thumb from Jumbo the elephant. Fellows' life has been a three-ring circus, and he presents it in those terms. He ballyhoos himself as "a genie of journalistic paste jars, a fantastic flower nurtured in a pot of printer's ink, a product of the freedom of the press." True to his profession, he says he has done his best to tell the truth, adds: "Occasionally my tongue slipped into my cheek." No one who has ever been to the circus will mind that...