Word: lately
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Stock vaudeville gag for 25 years because of its funny Indian name, the little city of Kankakee, Ill. (pop. 20,000) was the hometown of the late Pen-&-Inkman Frank D. Waterman, the late Sculptor George Grey Barnard, Cinemactor Fred MacMurray. Purring contentedly in a crook in the Kankakee River 56 miles south of Chicago, it is proud of its humming industries (overalls, silk stockings, furniture, farm implements), is famed for its huge State insane asylum. Last week Kankakee purred so loudly that the whole nation heard...
...family to be reckoned with are the seven smart Kierans of Manhattan, sons & daughters of the late loved Dr. James Michael Kieran, president of Manhattan's Hunter College for women. The Kierans include...
Present at the gala premiere were a quorum of Hollywood actresses, cinema celebrities like Darryl Zanuck, Jack Warner, Cecil B. DeMille, who had paid $1,000 each for "lifetime" cover charges, permission to sit in an "inner circle." Chunks of scenery fell down, the show was an hour late, the revolving stages failed to turn properly, microphones went dead, a disappearing platform jerked the prima donna out of sight during one of her songs, and a waiter dropped a trayful of dishes during a dance spectacle. Hollywood pronounced the opening a success...
Admirers of the late Thome Smith, from whose books Topper and its sequel were derived, will doubtless be enchanted by the gaiety and humor of these proceedings. Less prejudiced cinemaddicts may feel that the comic possibilities of its trick photography are less inexhaustible than its producers supposed. Once the side-splitting spectacle of doors opening without apparent human aid has lost its novelty, the picture's only surprises are occasional droll antics by Actors Young and Burke, and a few scraps of bright dialogue. Best line: Mrs. Topper's comment on Gallic manners: "Too bad the people...
...Late in 1934 appeared a book called America and Alfred Stieglitz, composed of about 25 tributes so adoring as to make its title seem an equation. Occasion: the approaching 71st birthday of Manhattan's extraordinary photographer, dealer, apostle of modern art. Last week smoldering old Alfred Stieglitz did his own celebrating in his own way. Two days before his 75th birthday (January 1) he opened an exhibition of clear, sensitive photographs by a young unknown, Eliot Porter. "I sensed a potentiality," said Stieglitz...