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...been working up to a celebration of the first anniversary of peace. On April 1, 1939, Generalissimo Franco issued his last communique, announcing the end of 32 months of civil war. This year, for the first time since the days of Alfonso XIII, Seville celebrated Holy Week with traditional splendor, and to Seville last fortnight went General Franco to give his blessing to Spain's return to Catholicism.* Back in Madrid, he was acclaimed by thousands of Madrileños in a Falange-sponsored demonstration. He held a reception for the diplomatic corps, entertained 3,000 Army officers...
...ring is a national decoration. His gaudy uniforms and many medals are a national-and international-joke. He lives in piratical splendor. He took his second wife, Emmy Sonnemann, out of the Prussian State Theatre, bedecked her in flowing garments to accentuate her fullblown beauty and roped her in the biggest pearls a Greek merchant could collect for him. Göring lives far beyond his salary. Nobody in Germany cares where he gets the money...
...electric"-if by that they mean it travels at the speed of light, It's a good description. The album gives you the Impression that Toscanini deliberately set out to play Beethoven the way Toscanini wanted to, without regard for what must be done to give Beethoven the splendor that has made his name revered in the musical world...
...Shanghai is the financial head of the family. Thirteen years ago, fleeing taxes, he transferred some $85,000,000 (Mex.) from British India to free Shanghai, where there is still no income tax. He bought real estate, built the city's biggest buildings, lives in begadgeted Oriental splendor atop his own Cathay Hotel. Lame, cynical, monocled Sir Victor's parties are the gayest in gay Cathay society; his business interests as wide as Shanghai's own. Besides cotton mills, building supplies, tugboats, bus lines, a brewery, a laundry, he owns or manages Shanghai's best hotels...
Richard Llewellyn is one more of those writers who love their common native speech and who use it with a sensuous efficiency which, in its verbal splendor, its folksy lilt and whine, approaches literary affectation. Yet in this, his first published novel (he has destroyed five), he has developed a hypnotic ability to do precisely what he pleases. His Morgans, those they live among, the country they inhabit, every incident, every reflection Huw Morgan ventures on the whole matter, have an even radiance and euphony plus a rock-bottom tangibility. If it be only would-be great How Green...