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...knew his way around Chicago's underworld and how to get in to see Al Capone.* Finally, he got on the good side of the chairman of the House Military Affairs Committee who could get him two major generals (Alden H. Waitt and William N. Porter) to gambol at his daughter's wedding party, could get Army-Navy "E" awards for his munitions plants, and could give and carry orders that Garsson's 27-year-old son, Joseph H. ("Bud") Garsson, was to be taken care of and protected in the Army. Along this shadowy trail Murray...
...Marshall, 44, a onetime pulp-fictionist whose earlier bedroom gambol, Kitty, was turned into a bland costume piece by Hollywood, wrote her first novel (30 pages) at seven. Its conclusion: "He gazed into her eyes and said, 'Will you marry me?' Only the stars heard the answer as they crept under the bushes." No such childish restraint mars Duchess Hotspur...
...roaring Rite of Spring, a primeval world, complete with dinosaurs, bubbles up, parades by, dies down. To Mussorgsky's spooky Night on Bald Mountain, hobgoblins and beldams ride their brooms. To Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony, centaurs and centaurettes, Pegasus, Mrs. Pegasus and a nestful of little Pegasi gambol and fly; Bacchus and his crew get a good drenching when the storm comes up. The whole cinesymphony concert lasts two hours and a half (intermission included...
...really a succession of shows. Show No. 1 is a Negro gambol called Du Barry Brown, with at least one good tune, I've Got a Job, a good specialty act by three colored bucks with canes, a hot dance finale. Show No. 2, Sazerac, covers the white man's South, offers proof that the Albertina Rasch girls may surrender but never die, and that Scarlett O'Hara & Rhett Butler (who make love to music) are going to be equally hard to kill off. Best thing in Sazerac are those well-known comic acrobats, the Oldfields...
...does Spring affect your attitude toward Harvard?" was the next question. "Nothing could," stated the cross-section icily. "Do you gambol on the green?" the girls were asked. "No, we always bet on the red," was the ready answer. Most of the cross-section scurried away to labs, leaving but one chubby lass, a large pair of horn-rimmed spectacles, and a pair of flat feet...