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...might have inspired such a spiritual as Were You There When They Crucified My Lord? Through one of our flyers there is for me a particularly close association with Bishop Berggrav. We shall call him Johannes Finnsen. In 1941 his photograph was taken by Bishop Berggrav's niece, Kari Berggrav. (She is now with Walt Disney Productions.) This photograph of Finnsen became a sort of trademark of the Norwegian Air Force. And it has been put on a new Norwegian stamp.* To me, and to the young Norwegian flyers here at Little Norway, it seems natural to equate Bishop...
...Professor Cunningham, gave us the word on the Sixth War Loan drive. After the little quiz yesterday, (answer rumored to be in the six hundreds), you'll know how to make the proper checkage. Buy bonds and make a down payment on one of Lt. Towne's special Hari Kari Kits...
...Coach Kari Michael is bringing a bunch of victory-hungry Big Green mermen down from the Hanover hills to meet Hai Ulen's undefeated Crimson squad tomorrow night. The Indians have been defeated only by Yale and are primed to score their first tank win ever Harvard...
...once forgot that two men impersonating a horse are always good for a laugh. A Thousand Times Neigh is a Ford's-eye-view of the problems of Dobbin, a $1,000 steed of cloth and leather, with movable eyes, ears, lips, jaws, tail. Horse-players: Vladimir Vassilieff, Kari Karnikovski. From 1903 to the present, Dobbin foots it featly while such top-notch Caravan dancers as Marie Jeanne and Nicki Magallanes mime the rise of the Ford-often on the toes of their ballet slippers. The music of NBC Staff Composer Tom Bennett, canned on a sound track...
...getting anywhere. Even sweet bands like Sammy Kaye were broke, but didn't bellyache. The show business demands an eye for an eye, and Shaw, after having fired the musicians that stuck to him in the thin days, decided that the role of a Hamletian martyr committing public hari-kari was better than facing the music of a non-tinkling cash register...