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...Father Patrick J. Holloran, then president of St. Louis University, opened his school to Negroes; in 1947 Hoosier-bred Archbishop Joseph E. Ritter opened all parochial schools in his archdiocese to Negro children, silenced objections by threatening excommunication to malcontents (TIME, Sept. 29, 1947). Two St. Louis Roman Catholic colleges for women have Negro students...
Montgomery has more of a chance to spread himself than his leading lady. He gets drunk twice--once on hard cider. He staggers past a group of "proper" Hoosier matrons and topples into a snow-bank, in an episode that is frankly slapstick. But Montgomery isn't a hammy drunk, nor is he an actor pretending to be drunk; he manages to get drunk in a delightfully individual and convincing way. And in his sober moments, he's always in complete command of his part, that of a flippant and roguish magazine writer...
Herb brings to the air a nasal drawl, a collection of Hoosier wheezes, and a relaxed view of the news that is reminiscent of Will Rogers. His apprenticeship was served in traveling vaudeville shows ("I used to get $40 a week and all the road maps I could eat"), and as a front-line sergeant-entertainer with the Third Army in Germany. Through an interpreter, Shriner tried out his humor on the Russians. One joke they laughed at: "The mail service in our unit is very good. The mailman delivers packages to us as fast as he can smash them...
Even in his brief appearances that year he made a lasting impression on his team-mates. In the opening game against Indiana, Butch, who was playing at tackle next to one Arthur Valpey, was running the Hoosier backfield in the first quarter. He had accounted for about 10 tackles in as many minutes when on one play he collided head-on with fullback Bert Hoffman and collapsed dizzily upon the turf. In his dazed condition he only realized that his left thumb was broken, but the trainers on the bench surmised more. They rushed out onto the field to investigate...
...times, he seemed more like a Hoosier schoolmaster than an eminent historian. He was long and lean, baggily dressed, and always in need of a haircut-"a poor professor," he liked to say, "on his way from obscurity to oblivion." But when Charles Austin Beard threw back his head, squinted down his long nose, and began to lecture at Columbia University, students jammed in to hear him. And when he perched on the edge of a desk to speak of his own research ("Now I'll tell you what I found out last night"), historians from all over...