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...Pondichéry, Chandernagor, Karikal, Mahe and Yanaon, all but Mabé on India's east coast...
...poring over the poet's letters, has conceived a coy necrophilia for him. By day she is the cold spinster, by night ah! with her kitten and her finch and that sill ver oubliette which holds the letters (sweet counterfeits of passion!), she is indeed a very Mab of love. The publishing fellow (Robert Cummings), sniffing out the letters, blunders into her dream, effects a gentle transfer of her affects to his own living person and, though lose he must the literary remains, yet wins himself the woman of his heart...
...windows to fill, paraded his dummies before backdrops of Manhattan landmarks and the Central Park Zoo. Designer Walter Smith, who works for both I. Miller (shoes) and Jaeckel (furs), got Cellophane Easter bunnies into the windows of both. At Bergdorf-Goodman's, Designers Robert Riley and Mab Wilson used as backgrounds crowd scenes painted by famed Lithographer and Water Colorist Adolf Dehn. Saks-Fifth Avenue's Sidney Ring, with the help of a free-lance designer named Helen Watkins, found a new use for spaghetti. Designers Ring and Watkins got a huge assortment of spaghetti, far-falle, gnocchetti...
...order to swing. . . . Best solo of the week comes from Eugene Cedric's tenor sax, on My Mommie Sent Me To The Store, a BLUEBIRD recording by Fats Waller. . . . Charlie Barnet's arrangement of Night and Day (BLUEBIRD), gives new life to the old tune. The reverse, Wild Mab of the Fish Pond, features some very super-Ellington orchestration. . . . Latest on the New Goodman band: Earl Hines on piano. Keep you fingers crossed
...return to England was perfectly timed. Byron had written the early cantos of Childe Harold. Young ladies were dreaming of giaours, Manfreds, Mazeppas, with wild eyes, black mustaches, long cloaks, wicked pasts. In Lausanne one day Trelawny read Shelley's Queen Mab. He rushed to Pisa to meet the satanic author, was astonished at Shelley's "flushed, feminine and artless face," soon felt as romantic about Shelley as he had about De Ruyter...