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...Venzke trailing and by the time the gun rang out for the last lap it looked as if the long office hours in a Manhattan accounting firm were going to put Bonthron out of the race. Then things began to happen. Sailing down the home stretch with his mincing gait, Jack Lovelock stepped a full eight yards out in front of Cunningham, whose stocky figure suddenly went dead beat. Thereupon, "Bonny" Bonthron began pumping his hairy legs like pistons, passed Cunningham too. But by that time Lovelock had crossed the tape. Time: 4 min., 11.2 sec., no record...
Eleven years ago Savo's baggy clothes and shuffling gait began to be seen in such revues as Ritz Revue, Almanac, Earl Carroll's Vanities. Then five years ago Jimmy Savo dropped out of sight. Suddenly last year he popped up again. Almost every month his squinty eyes, bangs and button nose could be found in some glossy smart-chart because Ben Hecht & Charles MacArthur were featuring him in a much-publicized cinema-which has yet to be released. That was the signal for Manhattan literati and humorists to "discover" in Jimmy Savo a new Charlie Chaplin. Even...
...currency-tampering disease becomes well-night universal, all afflicted nations will have to seek an immediate, cooperative cure, and that no insolent rejection of stabilization pleas will be heard from an administration which in 1933 told the London Economic Parley that we were going along at our own gait. Only complete disruption of trade, aparantly, will lead to international cooperation. Without this new attitude one of the mainsprings of recovery will be permanently crippled...
Most obvious ingredients in the West formula are her extraordinary shape, clothes and means of locomotion. In Goin' to Town she is fatter about the middle than hitherto. Her clothes are less extravagant and consequently less becoming. Her gait remains unchanged...
Almost any afternoon in that rainy fall of 1771 you might have seen Oliver Goldsmith wandering out along the lanes of Hendon and Edgeware. From his aimless gait and the doleful expression on his face you would scarcely have guessed that he was busy concocting a new farce-comedy. But that's what he was doing. As yet it had no name, and the chances of its ever seeing the lights of London were none too good. Especially since Goldsmith got along so poorly with the theatre managers--Garrick of the Drury Lane, and Coleman of the Covent Garden...