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Defendants: Hans and Erna Haupt, Walter and Lucille Froehling, Otto and Kate Wergin. The men were stolid, pale, the women red-eyed from weeping, as the indictment against them was read: that they had "adhered to" an enemy of the U.S. by aiding Herbert Hans Haupt, one of the eight submarine-borne Nazi saboteurs captured last summer by the FBI, tried by military court (six, including Haupt, later were executed...
Tough and wiry, he never looks quite well. In the blazer which he puts on to avoid the saluting problem when he drifts around to a cricket match at Cairo's Gezira Club, he looks something like a pale, thin gremlin. His appearance worries his friends. Lord Trenchard, Marshal of the whole R.A.F., on a visit to Middle East headquarters kept asking him: "Are you all right, Arthur...
...have made him the least talkative of all military men. He may go months without receiving news, or giving any. He cannot make any but the tersest official reports until he returns for his three weeks ashore between missions. And so his philosophy necessarily is: "It will keep." The pale-faced submarine man lives a crowded, dehydrated existence which may cause him to lose as much as 20 Ib. during his three months or so at sea. But he eats well, especially in the newer, larger ships, which stock fresh fruits, frozen steaks and turkeys...
Virginia Bruce is still anemic despite her long rest from film activity, and what acting she does is equally pale. The leading man isn't worth notice, and Costello has, by dint of sheer bulk, crowded Abbott almost off the screen. Briefly, it's Abbott and Costello slightly worse than usual, funny or nauseating, according to your taste. Unconfirmed rumors from Universal's lot say that Dottie Lamour can have her old job back now, while June Priesser must step out and let the comedians go ahead with a new co-ed campus picture to be entitled, "Sweater...
...City. Near the river the streets are still black, except when bombs land. In that moment the outline of the buildings is silhouetted against the sky and reminds one of a fortress. Indeed Stalingrad is a fortress. Underground we enter the staff headquarters. Telegraph girls, their faces pale from sleepless nights and explosion dust, tap out dots and dashes. Communication officers pass with quick steps. In their dispatches they do not write about the hills, valleys or heights, but about suburbs, streets and sometimes even single buildings. I try to light a match, but it is quickly smothered. Here underground...