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Robert Nathan's last novel, They Went On Together, dealt with refugees being machine-gunned in one of those nameless countries which are Novelist Nathan's today's special. The Sea-Gull Cry is less portentous. A blonde young Polish countess is living in an abandoned scow on Cape Cod. A timid, tender, middle-aged professor visits her. After an infinitesimal tiff, they fall in love. That, except for a pair of pleasant children and a brace of pungent New Englanders, is all. The thousands of Nathan readers will find The Sea-Gull Cry pleasant summer reading...
...Navy men of all nations have been sound asleep, the U.S. is a long way out in front. Grumman's famed Wildcat fighters are the best carrier craft in the world, will soon have to fight for their title with another U.S. product: Vought-Sikorsky's gull-winged Corsair. Grumman's new torpedo-plane Avenger has no equal in foreign services. Consolidated's Catalinas have piled up an unequaled record for reliable scouting. And bigger and faster flying boats are coming: Consolidated's four-engined Coronado, Martin's gargantuan Mars...
...promoter of this fraud from using the U.S. mail. A rectangular box about four feet long, worked on the principle of a medieval rack, the Pandiculator has T-shaped iron posts at each end, one fixed, the other movable on a cable pulley system. To pandiculate, all a gull had to do was lie down on the box, strap his head to the fixed post, his feet to the adjustable one; when he turned a wheel on the side, he could stretch his legs and hear the joints crack. The promotion copy claimed that this Procrustean bed would cure "every...
...Hellman's "Watch on the Rhine" is as moving a play as any by Saroyan, whether or not we are conscious of her careful plot manipulation. Tchekov realized that form or the lack of form is not everything when he has Treplev, in the last act of "The Sea-Gull," say, "I come more and more to the conviction that it is not a question of new and old forms, but that what matters is that a man should write without thinking about forms at all, write because it springs freely from his soul...
...68th day Widdicombe, too, grew weaker and nearly lost consciousness. He could hardly see. Then a lone sea gull flew close to the boat. There were other signs that they were near land. Next dawn an island was visible...