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...payroll will be more than $85,000,000, to be shared by the many studio executives in Hollywood's nepotistic structure, and those of the 28,000 cinemartisans who have managed to survive recent retrenchment. The remainder will largely go for the papier-mache, froufrou, sundries that give Hollywood its supercolossal gloss...
Founded by John Cain, a onetime policeman, the business expired under his son, quiet, broken-nosed, gold-toothed Patrick Joseph ("Patsy"; Cain. At the height of its run, Cain's was five floors deep in trellises and pillars, spangles and swords, chariot wheels from Ben Hur, a papier-mache elephant from Face the Music, highfalutin gear from Shakespeare revivals, tinsel & gilt from Follies, Scandals, Gaieties. On one single night in 1905 John Cain moved eight shows (94 loads, 654 pieces). His son was always on hand for closings, and the sight of him in the audience required quarts...
When most of his 200 reindeer shed their antlers aboard ship en route to Seattle, he equipped them, with papier-mâché antlers. Later, as head of the Philadelphia agency of Union Central Life Insurance Co., he raised his office in two years' time (1935-36) from 24th to second place among the company's 80 agencies...
This week at Manhattan's Morton Galleries, interested visitors stood peering into the insides of six hemispheres a yard in diameter, made of papier mache. Each could be raised or lowered on its stand to fix the spectator's eye in the exact centre, even with the rim. Then by rolling his eyes the gallerygoer could see painted on the inside of the hemisphere everything that had come within the painter's field of vision when he looked wide-eyed at his subject. Responsible for this unique artistic experience was a freckled, 31-year-old artist named...
...rolling rataplan of drums, the curtains at Manhattan's Shubert Theatre parted this week to disclose two apparently naked gods reclining on a cloud, their bare bottoms perked toward the heavens, their amorous gaze fixed on the somewhat startled audience. The bare bottoms were moulded of impersonal papier-mache, but the silver-bearded Jovian head on the left was unmistakably that of Alfred Lunt. Theatre Guild subscribers, present for the Manhattan opening of Amphitryon 38, settled back expectantly in their seats. They realized that Jupiter Lunt's eyes were not feasting on them but on the earthly abode...