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...illusionist's performance. Undaunted, a miraculous hoodwinker who looks a little like Satan on stage and a little like Buffalo Bill off, who used to call himself The Great Jansen and who now bills himself as Dante, sailed into the Times Square district last week and set up Sim Sola Bim, a "mystery spectacle." Widely advertised as meaning "thanks to you" in Danish, Sim Sala Bim is actually a phrase from a Danish folk song, is roughly translatable as Ta-ra-ra-boom...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Theatre: Dante's Inferno | 9/23/1940 | See Source »

This embarrassing letter, in 1897, gave pause to the editors of the staid New York Sun. But not for long. Next day. in an editorial written by Editor Francis Pharcellus Church, the Sim answered in a fearless affirmative. "Not believe in Santa Claus!" it blustered, "You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Music: Editorial Cantata | 12/25/1939 | See Source »

...GLORY: SIMÓN BOLÍVAR-Thomas Rourke-Morrow...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Liberator | 10/23/1939 | See Source »

...millions of South Americans the greatest man who ever lived was Simón José Antonio de la Santísima Trinidad Bolívar y Palacio, liberator of Colombia, Bolivia, Ecuador, Venezuela, Peru, Panama. Simón Bolívar (pronounced See-moan Bow-lee-var) has inspired litanies like those to the saints. His tomb at Caracas-the "Pantheon"-is almost as much a religious as a national shrine. Venezuela's President Contreras reputedly goes there to pray...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Liberator | 10/23/1939 | See Source »

...slightly ribald wind swung in from the sea. The waves piled in on the tide, foamy against the rocks. She walked over the gray-green downs to the bluff. One by one the lobster men putted in toward the harbor in a single snaky line. Later the sim thinned out into a crimson wash in the west. A slight wispy fog made up. As she walked homeward along the shore around the harbor, a moon began to rise. It appeared diffused through the misty, foggy veil. Off, a little to itself, a new sloop was anchored. It rocked gently...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Vagabond | 6/5/1939 | See Source »

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