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...Kehl to Germany within four years. Four years to the day, they kept their bargain. French families moved back across the river to Strasbourg, where new housing has since been provided. Hundreds of Germans danced and pranced through Kehl's streets singing songs and waving bright torches. Churchbells rang joyously, and. while French occupation troops looked on impassively, the celebrants tore down French street signs, replaced them with signs in Teutonic script...
...matinee day last week, a moppet sadly said to mother: "Gee, I wish I could see Mrs. Hecht's little girl in this." But Mrs. Hecht's little girl had just been forced out of the cast of the play Midsummer by Actors' Equity, and Broadway rang with the loudest theatrical Donnybrook in many a season. Actress Jenny Hecht seemed small (9 years, 45 Ibs.) to create such a furor. But then, as her father, Playwright (Front Page) Ben Hecht, had himself once remarked: (There never was an uninhibited little wench like Jenny...
...home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams...
Nearly every day thereafter, Dorothy Gutheridge's phone rang-sometimes at 2 or 3 in the morning, sometimes about 7 as she was getting out of bed. Often when Mrs. Gutheridge picked up the phone, she was greeted with a silence broken only by the sound of breathing at the other end of the line. Sometimes, half-hypnotized, she waited for several minutes before her unknown tormentor slowly asked his question "How does it feel, Mrs. Gutheridge?" Then the phone would click and go dead...
Tragedy & Torment. Convinced that the tragedy had not been her fault, the police did not even book Mrs. Gutheridge. Later that night, however, the phone rang in her small apartment. When she picked up the receiver, a young man's voice asked harshly: "How does it feel to be a murderess, Mrs. Gutheridge...