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...fateful day Lounger Bernstein was persuaded by his wife to paper a wall. "It was easy," says he. "They make wallpaper with glue on the back, and all you do is dip the stuff in water and roll it on." Bernstein soon bought himself a $12.75 home-carpentry set and nailed up a shelf. "Did a good job, too." In quick order, he reversed a bothersome living-room door, made a plywood table for his son's electric-train set, laid a tile floor in the bathroom. "Great stuff-it's got suction cups on the bottom...
Words, Words. In San Francisco, while Pastor Nicholas lounger preached eloquently on "fire prevention-its acute necessity," flames consumed the church's roof...
...Costumes. Hiler held his first Paris one-man show of paintings in 1923, his first in the U.S. two years later. . But Parisians knew Hiler best as a bar and nightclub decorator (the Jungle, the Grand Duke, the Manitou), as a cafe lounger with Ezra Pound, Ernest Hemingway, Man Ray. When nearly blind James Joyce could not see a drawing Hiler made of the writer's head, Hiler did another in thick charcoal which Joyce could follow with his fingers. Hiler also began to accumulate one of the world's best libraries on costume (he and Papa have...
...apparently unconcerned managing editor, Bill Morgan (Pat O'Brien). He loves her too but has no time for foolishness. Between the first sequence and the last, Joan Blondell swoops through a breathlessly foreshortened flight of pseudo-newsfalconry. She gets an innocent woman indicted for murder, flattens a leering lounger with a right hook to the jaw. In the best traditions of the temperamental reporter, she several times resigns her job, with equal fidelity to tradition cannot resist grabbing it back when a hot story breaks right under her nose, punctuates her progress by the tintinnabulations of shattering glass doors...
...love. Manhattan Taxi-driver Ernie calls it an uneventful day after 16 hours of crowded life. Wifely Muriel spoils her husband's would-be romantic trip to Mexico by tagging along. Linny, all alone in Manhattan Sunday after Sunday, finally gives a friendly answer to the pimply corner lounger...