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Last week, still walking down Fleet Street at 73, abused and hated Hannen Swaffer stalked over to the Savoy for more concentrated praise than he had ever heard at one time. A Who's Who of British press and theater had gathered to toast his 50th year in Fleet Street. The Daily Express s Frank Owen, who years ago dubbed Swaffer "the Pope of Fleet Street," recalled the first sentence of Swaffer's verbal autobiography: "I was born in 1879, as was Lord Beaverbrook, Lord Camrose, Lady Astor, Joseph Stalin. What a vintage year!" Replied Hannen Swaffer...
Whetted Knife. Thousands have often wished him dead long since. In his 50 newspaper years, acid-penned Swaffer made so many enemies that he once thought it unsafe to enter the Savoy. He often headed his column: "People Who Are Not Speaking to Me." He started out as a reporter at 16 on the Folkestone Express in his native Kent, joined Lord Northchffe's Daily Mail in 1903 and started a chit-chat column. He quickly learned that vinegar will catch more flies than honey...
...change. There was a fine interlude when she stayed with country relatives. Another time she and her mother went to live in a provincial town, inadvertently moved into a brothel. Her luck changed for good when, with mamma, she left Paris for London, became a hairdresser at the Savoy Hotel while mother did dressmaking. Today little Madeleine is Mrs. Robert Henrey, au thor of several well-written books, mother of gifted Child Actor Bobby Henrey (The Fallen Idol). Her saga of life & death in Paris is an endearing, peculiarly feminine mixture of gentleness and Gallic realism, a reminder that life...
...part to Jean Simmons, but Moviemaker J. Arthur Rank was impressed by her, and signed her to a film contract. Her first movie was called The Blind Goddess, a run-of-the-mill picture whose memory still makes Claire wince ("I was a modern ingenue, dancing at the Savoy, that sort of nothing type of thing"). After the picture was made, she asked Rank for a release from her contract, arguing: "I'm not your sort and, frankly, you're no help to me. What's the good of having me against my will?" Rank released...
...Might as Well Be Spring (Marion MacPartland; Savoy). The English-born pianist gives this shy song just the right tone with a clear texture and a simple counterpoint...