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Alphonse Capone cocked one blue-clad leg over another blue-clad leg in Chicago's Federal Court last week, and every newshawk in the courtroom* gasped in amazement. Snorkey wore no garters...
...visit to St. Louis one day last week. Before he caught his train he announced that he would, on his return, start an investigation to determine the economic effects on farming which the manufacture of beer might bring. Aware that Secretary Hyde had just been closeted with President Hoover, newshawks who have fancied they smelt the beer idea brewing in the White House for the past fortnight (TIME, Sept. 28) rushed to find out if the President had suggested the Hyde investigation. No. said Secretary Hyde, he just wanted to provide himself with a set of facts-the better...
Eddie Dowling had already toured the world as a choir boy when, at 19, he married Ray Dooley, then 14. He became a cabin-boy, newshawk, music-hall singer, customer's man, drama student at Columbia, musicomedy actor. Although he has dropped his last name, he is proud of the supposition that he had pedagogical progenitors, of the fact that his great-grandfather and two great-granduncles founded Goucher College (for women) in Baltimore. Fond of corned-beef, cabbage, good beer and other Irish luxuries, Funnyman Dowling says he would like to be an official in an orphanage...
Last week the Press was its own White House news. Ever since the campaign to "humanize" him began two months ago, President Hoover has writhed and winced at intimate, inconsequential little stories about himself in the public prints. When a newshawk cynically remarked to him that more U. S. newsreaders were interested in Granddaughter Peggy Ann than in his debt holiday, the President denied that the U. S. people were of such low intelligence. The Press fortnight ago described the President's hurried departure from his Rapidan camp (where no reporters were present...
...emerged, the muscles of his nose tightened by worry. Newsmen trailed him out of the lobby and down the steps to the street between the White House and the State Department. No, no, no, nothing to say. He twirled his cane nervously. "Are you still optimistic?" asked a pert newshawk. The Secretary stopped, turned, answered: "Yes, I am. If anything happens to the President's plan, it would be a crime." Then he crossed the street, neatly dodging a delivery truck...