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...night of the Sullivan-Corbett fight. . . . We used the bowsprit and rigging of ships as a gymnasium . . . learned to swim in the fish cars. . . . For a time I had a West Indian goat, four dogs, a parrot and a monkey, all living in peace and harmony in the garret. ... I went to the Dime Museum so often that I could have taken the place of the announcer as he described the India-rubber man; Jojo. the dog-faced boy; Professor Coffey, the skeleton dude...
...Voice of the City (Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer). Irish love in a garret pads the complicated and somewhat disconnected framework of this story of a prisoner's escape and revenge. The old-line stage detective who is disagreeable until the last minute is played with remarkable gusto by Willard Mack, who also directed and wrote the picture. After the first performance in Manhattan, the following tribute appeared in an advertisement in the N. Y. World: "The Voice of the City . . . would fit any medium but is best as a talkie. . . . (signed) Willard Mack." Best shot: a living corpse dangling from...
...first prize was won by Claggett Wilson of Manhattan, 'The second by Mr. Jensen. Artist Wilson, called "Clag" by his cronies, is darkly massive, fastidious, redolent of success. He suggests no garret-dweller, speaks in a deep voice of suave enthusiasms. He is not easy to classify, being proud of the scope of his work. He has done fanciful murals for the home of Mrs. James Cox Brady, widow of the financier, at Bernardsville, N. J., for Capitalist Harry F. Guggenheim's Long Island estate. Elsie de Wolfe, famed mistress of decor, paid a professional compliment when she engaged Artist...
Dorrie Shirley sat up in the garret with the oldest lodger in the hotel listening to him read; or she watched, with fascinated interest, the two-a-day theatrical folk, the bawdy country wenches, the flabby townspeople, the cheap sports who came to lodge at Aunt Jule's place. She was terrified when she saw the loveliest lady who had ever stayed at the inn, lying in a disheveled bed, beside the town drunkard. She helped Linda get the smooth slick townboy that her sister had always loved; and she observed with hurt wonder and dismay...
...told in an editorial that "Lampy has thrown open his pages to the ardent versifiers and enlarged his already spacious garret for their comfort." From the samples he gives us, our only regret is that there are not more of these rondeaus, ballads, and other charming whatnots of the facile versifier's art, which might have taken the place of a few of the prose selections; for some of the latter are--well--as we have said before, not after his best manner, which is putting it charitably. Of particular feebleness are the two attempts on pages one twenty...