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...toward the inaccessible heaven of the ecstasy of love, at the summit of which there is only a precipice-love in death and death in love . . ." Only the New Statesman and Nation had the wit to smile at such Daliance and say the sanest thing heard in the hubbub: "How odd that people should have taken Mad Tristan ... so seriously...
Amid the closing hubbub, Alger Hiss sat motionless, staring straight ahead. Priscilla Hiss watched him, her eyes moist. At last she took his arm and they walked out together. Hiss said, "Please, please," to questions and walked on. Outside, they got into a red Chevrolet with some friends. Photographers rushed to the windows. Alger Hiss hid his face behind a magazine...
Last week, in the midst of all the hubbub, Dr. Peter Lindstrom landed at Rome's Ciampino airport. He met his wife and Rossellini in Messina's shabby-best Hotel Reale, and the three talked far into the night. Next day, "for the protection of my family," Ingrid issued a statement: "I have met my husband here and have discussed and clarified our situation . . ." No one thought that the statement clarified anything, but she and Rossellini went back to l'isola nera to finish their picture. Dr. Lindstrom, back in Rome, made a statement...
Noises in the Corner. During the tests, Medium Harley was beside herself with excitement. In a corner her "contact" with the other side raised a hubbub in the loudspeaker through which Miss Harley got her spirit messages. The contact, however, spoke in Arabic, so little definite was learned. But Medium Harley said with a true spiritualist's authority, "whoever owned that jacket was strangled from behind and then drowned." With equal authority, Actress Hird commanded "that jacket is never to enter the theater again." The jacket stayed with Medium Harley, who hoped eventually to exorcise the evil spirit which...
...leaves little room for love interest. Dorothy Malone, who ends up marrying Kennedy, hardly gets past the threshold of the plot. But Alexis Smith, as a sultry barroom singer with her lids at half-mast and her lips provocatively ajar, weaves more prominently in & out of the all-male hubbub. Eventually, her shady morals and mascara notwithstanding, she becomes the wife of Rancher McCrea. The highly involved plot in South of St. Louis, always pretty implausible, moves along at a fast enough clip to look convincing, and most of the principals are old enough hands at this sort of thing...