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From a "little ole red schoolhouse" through Baylor University at Waco to the University of Texas for a law course, Tom did well at his books. Otherwise he failed to distinguish himself much. He acquired a couple of nicknames: "Double-Barrel Shotgun" Connally, a tribute to his skinniness, and "Talking Tom," a tribute to his wagging tongue. His college days were briefly interrupted when he volunteered for the Spanish-American War; but his regiment saw no action. Settling down to law practice in Marlin (pop. then: 3,092) after the war, he found business none too brisk. Soon...
...Hackberry, Tex., the men run so fast barefoot that when they turn a flinty corner they fill the night with sparks. The old shotgun feuds keep going and the rattle of musketry at dawn is just "my folks and his'n . . . exchangin' good mornin's acrost the river." Oldest Inhabitant Grandpappy Sears dresses comfortably in nothing but cowboy boots and a suit of heavy underwear. He likes to eat in Gus Popupolis' restaurant, whose sign reads: WHERE GREEK FEEDS GREEK. Hackberry has annual huntin', shootin' and bird-dog competitions. When there...
...matter of fact, that's how one of our boys met his wife. Her old man heard about it and brought out his shotgun...
Against such a possibility Canada's old-line parties, which hate and fear the C.C.F. more than they do each other, might willy-nilly be forced into a shotgun marriage to keep the socialists out. Canada waits to hear how Mackenzie King proposes to get out of that...
Ramshackle Inn (by George Batson; produced by Robert Reud) brought Zasu Pitts, Hollywood's funny, fluttery fool, to Broadway on a sleeveless errand. A sort of shotgun marriage between farce and melodrama, Ramshackle Inn is lousy with murders, lacking in thrills, not very long on laughs. As a befuddled innkeeper who winds up more than a match for the villains, Actress Pitts is amusing enough, but by no means a match for the bad play...