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...clock tonight: Entrance of the Gladiators Fucik Overture to "Mignon" Thomas Ave Maria Schubert-Wilhelmi Fantasia, "Aida" Verdi Ballet of the Hours from "Gloconda" Ponchielli The Lost Chord Sullivan (Trumpet solo: Georges Mager) Mississippi Suite Grofe a. Father of Waters b. Huckleberry Finn c. Old Creole Days d. Mardi Gras Selection, "Good News" De Sylva Waltz, "Jolly Fellows" Vollstedt American Patrol Meacham Stein Song
...President Coolidge should pack up a galaxy of green silk pajamas and 36 pairs of spats, go jaunting in the Southland, perform like a clown and be hit on the nose by a lollypop at the New Orleans Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday)-he would no doubt be flayed in the press for wantonly neglecting his duty. But an unlimited amount of insouciance is expected and applauded when it is exhibited by Mayor James J. Walker of New York City...
...vicious, grafting plug-uglies. Mayor James J. Walker of New York City,* with 36 pairs of spats and a plenitude of evening shirts, morning shirts, afternoon shirts and silk pajamas instead of nightshirts, all most exquisitely cared for by Robert Abel, English valet, last week set out for the Mardi Gras at New Orleans. The theory: the Midwest may think what it has a mind to about Tammany Hall, but what the South thinks of Tammany is important. At Baltimore, Tammany's dandy lived up to his word that he had "nothing to sell" by not once mentioning Candidate...
Impressed by the way he conducted himself last summer in Europe, the Mardi Gras Committee of New Orleans last week announced that it had invited glib, dapper Mayor James John Walker of New York to be Lord High Chamberlain of its revels next month. Mayor Walker was reported trying to contrive to accept...
...lamentable conclusion that the stimuli which produce those reactions most magnificently show a constantly increasing cheapness and standardization"), "The Motherland," "American Criticism," "The Muse in Our Midst." Unlike Mr. Mencken, Author Nathan seldom sweats or bares his teeth; he dances, like a graceful, surly, clever clown through a loud Mardi Gras of vulgarity...