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...Franklin, for instance, who invented the bifocal, the Franklin stove, and said all those laboriously droll things in Poor Richard's Almanac"? Not so, says the hero; it was a loyal mouse who gave Ben the big idea in every instance, and who furthermore rode the kite the day electricity was discovered...
...manufacturer S.J. (does in dry dead-pan by Walter Littell) with the extra-curricular passions of Electra, his brassy mistress, played by Hugh Fortmiller, Feek is ulcered into finding a new advertising glmmick to sell ball-bearings. With the help of vice-presidents Arbuthuot, Moriarity, and Carmichel (Ed Bursk, Stove Bolster, Tim Nichols), and a slogan-grinder-turned-playwright named Nadworney (William Allison), Feek finally produces a deus-exmachina legitimate play, plugging the sponsor's product...
...early crowd gave way to the late one, the little band began to perk up. Vibraphonist Joe Roland bent over his instrument like a chef over a hot stove. Guitarist Tal Farlow, who had gazed vaguely into space as he played, began to take an interest in the way his fingers rambled up & down the fingerboard. Clarinetist Shaw began to interpolate light-hearted musical comments on his own flights-the raised eyebrow of a grace note, the shrugging arpeggio, the delayed take, the impudent echo. His glum face relaxed into smiles, and the crowd began to hear the new Artie...
...with a conical hood under which sits a copper brazier that can be used to cook an informal roast or light a formal dinner. ¶ A warm and woolly Explorer's Study by William Pahlmann, which combines the comforts of a modern Manhattan flat with the old wood stove of a backwoods cabin. Among the features: a wall paneled in sturdy oak, a sleek, yellow lacquer desk...
With his nerves still twanging from the trip, Darby finished his note. He wrote: "I'm typing this in the waiting room of the Denver & Rio Grande Western Railroad depot, the typewriter on a chair beside a potbellied stove. The temperature is a cool 66°; a mile up a dusty gravel road, the President is enjoying some fishing. Western Union Morse circuits are tapping away in the next room on press stories and White House messages. I've bought some levis and heavy flannel shirts. I'm assured that a six-gun is not really necessary...