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Seven nights a week the huge lights in St. Louis' Forest Park flash on, flooding the park with a blinding glare-the signal to the audience that the show is over. One night next week when the lights blaze, about 12,000 Municipal Opera fans will rise to 'their feet and roar out Auld Lang Syne with the cast, as they have regularly at the close of St. Louis' summer operetta seasons since...
Miss West, her face hidden behind dark glasses to protect herself from the glare, stood on a table to watch the Dewey demonstration. Her convention reports read a little like an eyewitness account by a visitor from Mars who had read a guidebook before coming. Pink-faced, bushy-browed Westbrook Pegler, stoutly filling a grey suit, chatted amiably with his dandiacal little ex-boss, publisher Roy Howard, who wore his familiar matching shirt, bow tie and breast-pocket handkerchief. Cartoonist David Low, looking just like his self-caricatures, but larger, made quick reminders of the shape of a jowl...
...grotesque and vicious caricature. TIME'S New York is one which dwells pointedly on its noise, crowding, aggressiveness, hellish glare at night, marijuana, cockroach-infested kitchens, tigerish and provocative women, obsession with the present, propensity to sneer at Philadelphia and jeer at Boston, and coolness to visitors...
...enormous, echoing Convention Hall were thrown open, the army of sweating and rumpled Republicans gradually attained a state of martial hypnosis, like Indians engaged in nights of war dancing. They thirsted for the raw firewater of campaign oratory. And on opening night, as the jammed hall blinked to the glare of flashlights, they got it by the bucketful...
...special interest for the great and famous who had felt the stings and stabs of Topolski's pencil. How did the plump, 41-year-old artist see himself? In the portrait, Topolski pictured himself in a highly dramatic light, modestly or perhaps fearfully shielding his eyes from the glare. "I am," he explained to a critic, "an awed, mystified, laughing and crying member of the humanity that watches and participates in the spectacle of history, but is unable to direct it or reason...