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...quick wits but he is a sentimentalist and a solitary drinker. These faults lead him into easily imagined predicaments. When a young girl (Irene Hervey) requests him to defend her father for killing her stepmother, Barringer glances at a photograph of the stepmother and utters a low neurotic moan. She is his onetime wife, whose portrait, for a decade, he has kept among the bottles in his desk. By the time he is ready to organize his defense, the girl's father has been twice tried and condemned to death. He is in the death house at Sing Sing...
Caterina Jarboro was born in Wilmington, N. C. of an Amerindian mother and a Negro father who worked as a barber. As a little girl she learned to moan the throaty melodies of her race, sang Gregorian chants in Latin in a Catholic choir. When her parents died she went to live with an aunt in Brooklyn, continued to sing in church at Sunday Mass, until Broadway's flair for Negro music resulted in Shuffle Along. Jarboro got a job in the chorus at $50 a week. Noticing that the other girl singers paid 50? for manicures, she learned...
Juno and the Paycock, by Sean O'Casey. A rich and rowdy tragic poem about an ironically conceived old wastrel who watches his family sink into want and despair with the ineffectual moan: "The world is in a state of chassis...
...past three years nearly 40 reorganizations have taken place among U. S. colleges and universities. Many a pedagog makes moan, but last week it was pointed out by the Association of American Colleges that this readjustment is "the integration of the American college. . . . Duplication of effort is being reduced, and systems of colleges are being organized. While taking toll of weakness, the depression has at the same time tended to conserve and enhance strength wherever found." Hence, mergers, consolidations and closures have in the main been justified...
Above the European city's sleepless roar that throbs across the city's zoo, rises every night a roar of animal voices, voices from Africa and Asia, from the polar ice, the plains of Tanganyika, the primeval forests of Borneo. Lions groan and tigers moan. Elephants trumpet like thunder. Wolves howl, hyenas laugh, monkeys screech. But all cry the same thing: "How long must we remain captive? What have we done that we should suffer so horribly? Why are we here? Why?" Sleepy humans do not answer, do not even hear...