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Gentleman's Agreement. Earlier in the week, matters had not looked so good. One night-which became famed as "gentleman's agreement" night - the bright lights at Flushing beat down on a dapper, suave, self-assured diplomat with a red handkerchief flopping out of his coat pocket. This was Britain's Sir Hartley Shawcross, 44, a quick-witted prosecutor who had not yet learned that, at international conferences, haste makes waste, or worse...
Seek & Search. Iva Kitchell has nothing against any school of dancing ("I just think there's something completely ridiculous about anything that's too serious"). In one dance (called Oriental Dance by an Occidental Girl) she flips her fingers and toes and picks up a handkerchief with her teeth. But she shines in Soul in Search, satirizing the Dark Meadows dance in which Martha Graham rolls herself up in a black cloth which seems to symbolize the labyrinths of a frustrated libido. As Iva Kitchell, hopelessly mired in yards of purple muslin, thrashes about on the floor...
...this way: the Negroes had been caught trying to ram a handkerchief down a white man's throat. The white man said he was being beaten and robbed. The police chief of Mount Pleasant said he had got there just in time, or the white man would have been killed. The Negroes had been kicked and pummeled by an angry group of vengeful whites, had been saved from immediate lynching by being hustled off to jail. But a menacing mob was forming outside, and everybody knew what that meant...
When Pearson drove into a filling station for gas, Bone found that he was out of whiskey. He yelled for more. Then he put on an act which he had used before: he shrieked that he was being beaten and robbed, then stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth. Scared, Pearson and Johnson drove off in a hurry (with Bone still in the back seat), were soon overtaken, dragged from the car and beaten by the hastily formed...
...Express, the trial of handsome, lady-killing Neville Heath rambled through six extravagant columns. Lord Rothermere's Daily Mail had elbow room, too; its portrait of the gallows-bound Heath was in the best Fleet Street tradition (he looked and posed as a gentleman, but after all, his handkerchief stuck just a little too far out of his pocket, and his R.A.F. necktie was always "a trifle too aggressively knotted...