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Died. Dorothy Sebastian, 50, oldtime (1925-32) cinemactress (Sackcloth and Scarlet, Our Dancing Daughters) and onetime (1930-36) wife of William (Hopalong Cassidy) Boyd, with whom she appeared in His First Command, The Big Gamble; of cancer; in Hollywood...
Ovid was banished from Rome for the last nine years of his life, possibly for some act so flagrant that he himself thought it too scandalous to confide to posterity. It can be said of Ovid, as Hilaire Belloc once hoped for himself: "His sins were scarlet, but his books were read." Rarely have they read more delightfully than in Humphries' jaunty recreation of the urbane amorist's pagan high spirits...
...Frank Brewster wanted to be more than a goon. He learned that the well-dressed man does not wear purple shirts and scarlet neckties. He prettied up his language to the point where it would no longer shock a waterfront madam, and he worked for an air of well-dressed urbanity. He became a tab-grabbing customer at Vic Rosellini's in Seattle and Del Vecchio's in San Francisco. His third wife (he has been divorced by all three) had a certain standing in San Francisco society. He was admitted to Seattle's semi-stylish Washington...
...future's richest men, turned 21, was cheered by the gift of a $425,000 Beverly Hills estate, complete with waterfall, from his sixfold-married mamma, Heiress Barbara Hutton. Two days later, Speed Demon Reventlow, who flies low about town in a Mercedes-Benz and races in a scarlet Maserati, was uncheered on getting the boot from the Sports Car Club of America. Paying no mind to young Reventlow's third-place victory in an amateur sports-car race in Florida a year ago, the club, which permits no minors to race under its aegis, suspended Lance upon...
Ciardi dripped scorn on the internal structure of Anne Lindbergh's poetry, railed at the placing of commas and her use of grammar ("Am I to assume that Mrs. Lindbergh is actually illiterate?''). A line that went "Down at my feet/ a weed has pressed/ its scarlet knife/ against my breast" Ciardi scoffed at as "the neatest trick of the literary season...