Word: knowes
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Eventually last week a director of the Bank Generale remarked casually to Prince Barbu Stirby upon his recent large drafts on the Privy Purse. "But I have signed no such checks!" exclaimed His Highness, "I could not! Surely you know that I am no longer Keeper of the Privy Purse...
Henrik Ibsen's .Hedda Gabler is, as her many admirers know, "about twenty-nine . . . a woman of breeding and distinction. Her complexion is pale and opaque-her eyes, steel gray, express a cold unruffled repose. Her hair is an agreeable medium brown, not particularly abundant. She is dressed tastefully in a somewhat loose-fitting morning gown...
...spouting adman, is about to take himself a new wife. She, Florence Wendell (Mayo Methot) is to meet Junior Fairchild, Walter's 10-year-old son, and everybody hopes everybody else will like everybody else. Meanwhile Florence, inspecting the Fairchild apartment on Riverside Drive, feels she-doesn't-exactly-know-how in an apartment which was furnished by Walter's first wife and now is inhabited by her spirit. Florence wants to live in the East Sixties. Walter wants his western clients to be im-pressed with the Riverside Drive address, thinks Westerners are unaware of the smartness...
Surely Leonardo da Vinci had never painted a "dead" eye. Leonardo studied artillery, muscle fibres, ladies' lips, everything that quivered with life, mechanical or protoplasmic. He was the inspired archetype of the small boy who wants to know how things work. Sir Joseph Duveen could not believe that the painted "dead" eye was by Leonardo, nor, for that matter, that any part of the canvas had been colored by that amazing Florentine...
...denied perceiving certain innuendoes of color and form in the Louvre Belle. "If I were with you, you would see it," gibed Sir Joseph. When Sir Joseph was asked if he belonged to the French society called Friends of the Louvre he sighed and said: "I don't know. I shall have to ask my secretary...