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...they went to the nearest Towne, found a preacher, and asked him to Meriam. As they McNeilled before him, he wished them a life of Bliss. They Liveseyed happily for some time thereafter, until she caught him spending too much of his time drinking beer in a Bar loon (poetic license). She seized a gun--there was a sudden Bursk of fire, and he fell dead. She couldn't live without him, so she shot herself, too; thus ending our story. (By this time you are probably wondering where in de Haas we get such ideas...
...Shop, Inc (operated by the Community Service Society, one of the U.S.'s oldest and largest charities) reported a 25% up in sales despite a 12% drop in donations. And the Actor's Thrift Shop has found a customer for the tuxedo of the late Hendrik van Loon (6 ft. 6 in. tall, 85 in. around): the A.W.V.S. bought it to turn into a woman's suit...
...last week of February and the first [two weeks] of March [were] a peculiarly lethal time for American authors; five of them died. James Boyd, John Thomason, Joseph Lincoln, Irvin Cobb, Hendrik van Loon - that is the list. In the opinion of a good many competent critics, James Boyd was by far the most solidly important of them...
Died. Hendrik Willem van Loon, 62, merchant prince of literary popularizers ; of a heart attack ; in Old Greenwich, Conn. The pleasure-loving, 290-lb., 6 ft. 3 in. Cornellman ('05) was successively a Washington reporter, Belgian and Russian correspondent, European graduate student, U.S. college professor (Antioch, 1922-23), associate editor of the Baltimore Sun (1923-24). He discovered his talent for the affable packaging of intellectual pabulum with his Story of Mankind (1921). With a roughage of Dutch wit, a vitamin-content of "human-interest background," and doodled-over with his own pen-&-ink sketches, his The Story...
Norval (Eddie Bracken) is Trudy's unwanted steady, a poor stammering loon of a 4-F whose stupidity is excelled only by his utterly selfless devotion. As Trudy watches him gratefully writhing in her clutches, she begins for the first time to love him. His efforts to save her good name, fantastically inept and deeply touching, would melt much colder hearts than hers. At the picture's end Norval, through no doing of his own, is at once ridiculous, pitiful and a national hero. As he shows up in his splendid new uniform, flashbulbed, bewildered, happy, homely, still...