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...arch-Republican New York Herald Tribune. Just as Mr. Hoover's "biggest one" struck, Pundit Sullivan hooked a small but active dolphin. Unaware of any call for etiquette, the Sullivan dolphin rushed across the Hoover line, fouled it, dragged the new Hoover reel off the new Hoover rod. As Pundit Sullivan landed his dolphin, the sun sank. The President-elect went home for supper. Allan Hoover, out fishing with Secretary George Akerson, caught nothing and thereby caused his mother to lose...
Show People,* famed ones, William S. Hart, Charles Chaplin, Douglas Fairbanks, Norma Talmadge, John Gilbert, Mae Murray, Rod La Rocque, Leatrice Joy, Aileen Pringle, Estelle Taylor, Claire Windsor were paid $7.50 (regular pay per day for extras) and given a good lunch by Marion Davies for showing their faces on her location. Only she and William Haines were in working clothes that day. taking the last scenes of a comedy about a girl who lets the movies swell her head. Hollywood directors distrust pictures that turn the camera on itself, believing illusion is an asset always more valuable than intimacy...
...Water Hole. As every cinemaddict knows, one of the sure-fire plots is the one about the vivacious, vampy heiress who is kidnaped by either a cowboy or an engineer who wants to tame the shrew. This time it (Jack Holt) is an engineer, though neither rod, bob nor transit appears in the Arizona locale. He abducts Judith (Nancy Carroll) because she won a bet with her cronies that she could make Engineer Randolph propose in a week. Hidden behind a window are the losing cronies who at the proper moment expose themselves, causing prodigious embarrassment to the engineer...
Long before the first golden-rod grows bright in far away fields, the yellow lights of the new season are raised above Broadway. By September, usually, the first hit has arrived in town; the streets off Times Square are crammed with stage folk who hope this winter not to play Des Moines; the dramatic critics, yellow and sick from uncustomary contact with the sun, are once more being kittenish on the keys. At the centre of all this glittering activity are the producers; it depends upon them whether the new year shall be tawdry or delightful...
...Baptist, the saints, sacred host of Heaven, to you my Ghostly Father, the superior general of the Society of Jesus, founded by St. Ignatius Loyola, in the pontification of Paul IV and continued to the present, do, by the womb of the Virgin, the matrix of God, and the rod of Jesus Christ, declare and swear that His Holiness the Pope is Christ's vice-Regent and the true and only head of the Catholic or Universal Church throughout the earth, and that by virtue of the keys of binding and loosing given His Holiness by my Savior, Jesus...