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...restrain radio's funnymen from capitalizing on her bawdy Adam & Eve skit (TIME, Dec. 27), National Broadcasting Co. issued a ukase barring mention of Mae West on programs of the 15 stations it ovi'ns or operates. Not affected were 130 independent stations leasing NBC broadcasts...
Deep in the jungle, Bring 'Em Back Blynn discovers the bird-girl warbling away in the midst of an enthusiastic chorus of birds. Any opera scout but one named Lucius B. Blynn would have recognized the tune as Saint-Saëns' Nightingale song. Caught in a bamboo cage, she is taken to the U. S., twittering bird notes to a feathered crony named Ewyscray, venturing Gallic asides to Press-agent Jack Oakie. Before the ensuing complications are ironed out, the bird-girl trains her upper-register fluidity on the Mad Scene from Lucia di Lammermoor...
...Rain deferred the opening of the Detroit Symphony's free concerts on Belle Isle. When the series finally began last week the temperature fell to nearly a record low for July. Nevertheless, 1,500 people stayed for a concert of Mendelssohn, Saint-Saëns, Leoncavallo, Lehar. Because donors had provided about $35,000, Manager Murray Gordon Paterson was able to promise a full six-week season, running every night but Monday. Hungarian Victor Kolar, associated with the Detroit Symphony since 1919, was newly back from Europe and planned to conduct the whole series. At a later concert...
...surrounded by ineffectual admirers. In Goin' to Town, she has seven of these. A cattle-town belle who inherits a fortune in Buenos Aires, she makes herself a social success in Southampton, L. I. by giving a ball at which she sings a duet from Saint-Saëns' Samson and Delilah, climaxes her career by marrying a British earl (Paul Cavanagh...
Foamy bones in their fresh grey teeth, 90 U. S. men-o'-war rolled out of the sunswept Gulf of Gonaives last week, skirted the heat-hazy shores of Haiti, furrowed their way up toward the Atlantic Coast. Far out in the empty sea, bos'ns' whistles suddenly piped all hands to the rails. Drums ruffled, trumpets flourished and while junior officers manned bridges with stadimeters to keep the vast armada precisely in line, bands crashed out the national anthem. Twenty-one times gunners tripped the breech blocks of the 6-pounders. These lonely pomps were...