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Based on an idea of Dance-Mime Angna Enters', Lost Angel is a fable about a foundling who is adopted by a platoon of psychologists, given the name of Alpha, and crammed to the scalp with Chinese, sociology, polysyllables, pure reason. At six, Alpha runs into a sentimental newshawk who is appalled when she says, of his sheet, "Reactionary, isn't it?" He is shocked when he finds she knows no fairy tales, has no childish belief in magic. On a tour of Manhattan he shows her magic in a sandwich man whose shirt front lights...
...from the Vienna Woods and the violinist played Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin', Randall threw a punch at Downey and someone hit Randall over the head with what he conceived to be a whiskey bottle. He was then carried to his hotel and given seven stitches in the scalp. Announced El Morocco's management later: "Mr. Randall was not hit with a whiskey bottle. It was a candelabrum." He never got his Welsh rabbit...
Reupholstering chairs is simple compared with reupholstering little boys. But New York City's doctors were busy on both last week. Reason: the first epidemic of scalp ringworm in the U.S.-mostly on little boys...
...started in Queens, where, doctors believe, some feckless fub with a ring-wormy scalp rested his head on the back of a public seat. He thereby infected many other little Queens boys who lolled back in the same seat. They infected more chairs, more little boys. Then some little Queens boys infected chair backs and friends in Manhattan, and ringworm (a fungus infection caused by Microsporon audouini) began its vicious circle. Now there are infected seats in New York City's cinemansions, barber shops, subways and busses...
...people's mind was, as grass-root William Allen White's Emporia Gazette stated in plain singletalk, the question whether they can "believe the reports and statements of our leaders ... in this war." The people did not shout for General Patton's scalp. There were editorial shouts and much dinner-table clamor-and humorists in the Army's monstrous Pentagon Building in Washington sang: "Pistol Packing Patton Laid that Private Down." But PM's honest editor John P. Lewis admitted that his mail was running almost 5-to-1 against the paper's high...