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...London, Herbert Morrison wore his red tie, and lady Laborites turned up at the House of Commons in their nattiest scarlet dresses. The News Chronicle's Columnist Ian Mackay was in a reminiscent mood. "May Day," he wrote of his youth, "to my eager young mind, was the great annual festival of freedom, when the quenchless spirit of the common man was continually refreshed and rededicated to the endless quest of love and friendship, liberty and peace among all the peoples of the world. How many of us even dreamed, as we marched starry-eyed behind the flags . . . towards...
Dolan, champing at the arrival of the Equinox, has stolen the march on New England weather and the rest of the University by being the first 1947 summer seersucker jacket in the Yard. The nattiest of his four cotton Brooks Brothers models stood between his knitted tie and North Atlantic winds yesterday, as less hardy specimens still relied on tweed and corduroy...
Charles Spencer Chaplin gave the public a preview peek at himself in what looked like the nattiest role of his career (see cut). His long-planned comedy about a Bluebeardish M. Verdoux who marries and murders for money (leading lady: Martha Raye) would finally be out in March, and Producer-Actor Chaplin was moved to a program note: "Von Clausewitz said that war is the logical extension of diplomacy; M. Verdoux feels that murder is the logical extension of business." Bessie Love, sweet-faced young thing of the silents, complained that her ex-husband, Producer William B. Hawks, had fallen...
Double Indemnity (Paramount) is the season's nattiest, nastiest, most satisfying melodrama. James M. Cain's novelette was carnal and criminal well beyond screen convention. Director Billy Wilder's casting is just as unconventional. Naturals for their parts are Fred MacMurray as an insurance salesman capable of murder; Barbara Stanwyck as the unprintable blonde (for the occasion) who exploits his capabilities; Edward G. Robinson as the insurance-claims sleuth who sniffs out the flaws in their all-but-perfect crime...
...like Helen Morgan, with he. tousled black hair, piano-sitting technique and a voice like a pent-up sob, was the best known torch singer of them all. In the sweeping Americana of Edna Ferber's Showboat she was the modern note. Her House of Morgan was the nattiest in Manhattan's satiny nightclub belt. Last week in Philadelphia, plumper, still tousled, sad-eyed and sobby-voiced, Helen Morgan sang in three-a-day variety at cheap Fay's Theatre on Market Street. The matinee audience was unenthusiatic. "I got the bird," she reported, demonstrating with...