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Honeymooning this week (see MILESTONES), Siam's music-writing King Phumiphon finally sold five royal compositions (Dream of Love, Falling Rain, 'Tis Sundown, Blue Night and an instrumental interlude) to Michael Todd's Peep Show, a Broadway musical now in production. At first fearful that having part in a Broadway show might impair his royal dignity, Phumiphon was won over when Todd pointed out that Margaret Truman is also a professional musician...
Bats can and do make audible cries, but the sounds they use to navigate by are ultrasonic-much too high-pitched (up to 120,000 cycles per second) for human ears to hear. So Dr. Griffin rigged a special microphone and hitched it to a cathoderay oscillograph. Each inaudible peep from a defrosted bat made a measurable pattern of light on the oscillograph screen...
...stand too close to the window ; it might shatter under the mighty blast. Precisely at noon, a Tower official pulled the lanyard. The whistle momentarily disappeared in a cloud of steam, which coursed upward for five stories. But the sound that came forth was a musical, calliope-like peep, barely audible amid the winds swirling around the Tower. Down on the streets, hardly a Chicagoan turned his head. Reported the undaunted Tribune next day : "A thunderous bellow was emitted from [the whistle's] metal throat...
Trying to assay him from his past was like trying to peep through a Venetian blind. John Maragon had come to Washington by a circuitous route. He was an immigrant boy from the Greek island of Levkas, had begun life in the U.S. as a brush-flipper and rag-flapper in a Kansas City shoeshine parlor operated by one George Giokaris. He left Kansas City in 1916. In the early 19205 he got a job with the FBI-then a serio-comic collection of political apple polishers commanded by that hoary old Private Eye, William J. Burns...
...opening-night reviews had a happy ending too. Said the News Chronicle: "The production is by no means a travesty. It is elegantly done . . ." The sober Times went even further with its approval: "Tate's version affords an interesting peep into the Age of Reason, and the long, leisurely, sensible century that followed . . . The additions are in authentic baroque, as curled and complacent and conventional as the peruke...