Word: pickings
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Records: Tommy Dorsey's (Victor) "Symphony in Riffs" might sound a little better if played at a slower tempo. . . Richard Himber's imitation of Basie and other bands is done quite well (Victor) . . . About the Goodman Quintet's record of "Pick-A-Rib" (Victor): It sounds to me as if his brother Harry were the bass player on the record. And brother Harry runs a barbecue on 52nd Street in New York known as the Pick-A-Rib. That wouldn't be an advertisement, would it? The first side is uniformly bad, sounding something like one of Ray Scott...
...exile from Germany's University of Munich, demure Dr. Bethe at Cornell has increased his repute as an atomic theorist like a snowball rolling downhill. It is hard to pick up a physics journal nowadays in which he has not some new light to shed on old problems, or in which other physicists do not find occasion to cite his work. Dr. Russell in Philadelphia last week left no doubt that this new work on the sun is a highly valued contribution-from an astrophysical point of view, very hot stuff indeed...
...queerest choices Franklin Roosevelt ever made was to pick William Edward Dodd, a history professor brimming with academic ideals, stiff-necked with homey truths and tactlessness, as U. S. Ambassador to Germany. That Martha Dodd is her father's daughter any reader of Through Embassy Eyes will quickly see. Her account of the increasingly uneasy four and a half years the Dodds spent in Berlin is like a series of blurted indiscretions. But no one could live so long in such a focal spot in complete diplomatic immunity: some of what Martha Dodd has to tell is worth listening...
...landing fields in the interior of France. Many of the troops found their own way of disposing of small arms. They shot their cartridges away at birds and tin cans, tossed their grenades into ditches in such numbers that many a French child was kept indoors lest he pick one up, pull the pin and kill himself...
Before a Hollywood pressagent named Russell Birdwell published his first book, I Ring Doorbells, this week, he: 1) polled 2,500 newsmen to help pick its title; 2) wrote 175 department store buyers to watch for it; 3) offered book editors free j photographs of Carole Lombard, Janet Gaynor, et al., simpering: "This is the j most exciting book of the year," etc.; 4) offered radio stations two-minute transcriptions of the same stars making the same kind of remarks; 5) offered orchestras a specially written I Ring Doorbells song. Sample verse...