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...told, Wullie Service sold better than 3,000,000 copies of his verse, later learned, to his disappointment, that the world's readers were far less interested in his fiction (six novels), or his advice on clean living, set forth in Why Not Grow Young?, a paean to raw cabbage and potatoes...
...later performances five girls, bereft of wigs but required to appear as Greek goddesses, sprayed their hair silver, washed it out during the ten-minute intermission, returned in the next number as winsome peasant maids. One painted her slippers white for Paean, minutes later pink for Giselle. There was little evidence to suggest to the audience that the ballet had risen from ashes. Wrote La Libre Belgique: "The dancers of this excellent company provided us with a spectacle in which ballet [became] poetic language...
Last week, at its annual convention in Washington, the American Osteopathic Association (representing the nation's 13,000 doctors of osteopathy) booted Still's bones out of its constitution, went medically more orthodox. Its constitution had formerly included this paean: "The evolution of osteopathic principles shall be an ever-growing tribute to Andrew Taylor Still." The delegates voted (105 to 16) to drop this and to declare simply: "The objects of this association shall be to promote the public health, to encourage scientific research, and to maintain and improve high standards of medical education in osteopathic colleges...
There can be no question, I think, that in these eighty-five years successive editors have built for the HARVARD CRIMSON a strong place in Harvard College. Although I can't vouch that a canvass of the Faculty would bring an overwhelming paean of praise for the CRIMSON, I believe that the Faculty owes a large debt of gratitude to the CRIMSON, probably greater than it realizes. Faculty members would, I think, almost universally commend the paper for its occasional "feature articles." They would, I suspect, be less complimentary about the editorials on subjects of which they have special knowledge...
Winchell strutted onstage before Brobdingnagian blowups of his column, singing New York's My Beat! There followed something called "The Walter Winchell Story," an unabashed paean with heavenly choirs, lots of girls, sawing violins and huge backdrop photographs of Winchell the baby, the boy and the man, among swirling Manhattan towers and streaky dawn skies. Intoned an announcer: "Strange, perhaps, that a man who has delivered gangsters to the FBI and announced the murder of a mobster five hours before his assassination, should be a poetry lover. But sonnets have led off Walter's column now and then...